What is this strange awe you fill me with?
I look up and the white clouds in the sky,
Become the unseen faces that I have surely known in some life,
Every cell is alive,
Every moment a trickling eternity.
What is this sweet music I hear?
The wind sings it to me in a dusky sky,
Smoking pink, burning orange,
And my heart burns like an incense stick,
All fragrance and ash,
O dear God,
Falling at your feet, unabashed.
I look up and the white clouds in the sky,
Become the unseen faces that I have surely known in some life,
Every cell is alive,
Every moment a trickling eternity.
What is this sweet music I hear?
The wind sings it to me in a dusky sky,
Smoking pink, burning orange,
And my heart burns like an incense stick,
All fragrance and ash,
O dear God,
Falling at your feet, unabashed.
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| The Song Of The Sufi Masroof |
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