Hey good souls, how bearable art thou to handle thy thoughts,
That ye won’t give up of thy lord that beliefs upon thy stream,
That every beneath shall neath, well, heather be thee to hither,
But not ask of souls, but ask of the riddle, what it means,
Well, heather be thee to hither, thither then ye well although,
Everyone shall have their gifts, and all shall have whether
Be less nor more, neither of them, but either way if thou choose
Peace or light, all is in the good sight, then hither, mm, thither,
The riddle well tell thee of the seeker in strange thoughts,
Then they said likewise ye write those words,
Yet I think thee understand not fully that ye wrote.
© Ismael Mansoor
This Engrained Heart 