By Ibrahim Sulaiman Adewale
Beloved, we are lovers of the Unseen
gathering like droplets returning to the ocean
seventy years of wandering
only to discover we never left home
Listen! The heart has its own language
beyond words, beyond borders
here we are — burning, dissolving,
becoming the very flame we seek
And the gathering?
A lover’s whisper to the Beloved
a collective breath
where separation dies
and unity breathes
We are not travellers
but the journey itself
not seekers
but the very sought
dissolving into the rhythm of grace
Come, let our souls dance
Let our differences be the music
Let our gathering be a prayer
Let our silence speak
What words cannot contain
Let our truth
Bear us divine witness
That we are a speck of luminosity
From Ar-Rahman’s ocean of Light
