Light awakens.
The screen lights up.
A shadow appears.
We look at the shadow
and call it a body.
To the body we give a name,
to the name, an “I.”
Then we take the name we gave
for the truth.
Karagöz walks across the screen.
He laughs, he rages, he vanishes.
We see Karagöz.
But the figure that casts the shadow?
The light that makes the figure seen?
The shadow cannot show the light.
The reflection cannot
encompass the mirror.
Night...
Isra is the night journey.
A passage where signs are shown...
Some veils
not by looking harder...
When the eye awakens
they open.
From form to sign...
from sign to meaning...
The veil is not outside.
When we see the form
we think we have seen it.
Yet what we see
is only as much as we can see.
When the eye awakens,
the seen may not change...
the seeing changes.
So the veil
may not be on what is seen,
but in the eye of the one who looks.
The Seer...
The Eye...
The Seen...
He is the Seer,
He is the Eye,
and He is the Seen.
Bodies appear many.
The Spirit is one.
The Light is one.
mim