Eden

Sometimes there comes a little voice,
Asking to stop,
To fill the cup with silence and drink till I am empty of noise,
Drunk, I watch the afternoon sun with half closed eyes,
And it feels the whole of nature is shouting to be heard,
Tree to trees, wind to trees, sky to earth, clouds to birds,
But this time the noise doesn’t hurt,
It peels away the worldly skin,
Whispering ever softly it’s here I belong,
This is where He lives, in Eden in the east,
A glimpse of this world is enough to know,
The garden of God was never lost to us,
We just stumbled out of it.

The Song Of The Sufi Masroof