Yet never qualify me (from The Poem of the Sufi Way)

For my arrival is my parting,
     my nearness, being far;
          my loving, my loathing,
               my beginning, my end.

By “her” I alluded to myself —
     and I meant none but me;
          for her sake I stripped off
               my name, namesake, and fame,

And set out far beyond
     where those before stood still,
          where minds went astray on accustomed paths,
               died and disappeared.

I have no attribute;
     that is a stamp, as a name is a brand,
          but if you must, speak of me
               allusively or with metaphor.

I ascended from “I am she”
     to where there is no “to,”
          sweetening my existence
               by my return