When the rain from your house,
Fills the sky of my consciousness,
Dancing in your grace, the thought-beads scatter,
The bird of my mind sleeps ever so gently,
The flute of your silence plays, noisily,
I lap it all up, this soundless sound,
There’s no prayer, no devotion,
This wave’s of the ocean,
The ocean of love rising in your house, breaking into mine.
Fills the sky of my consciousness,
Dancing in your grace, the thought-beads scatter,
The bird of my mind sleeps ever so gently,
The flute of your silence plays, noisily,
I lap it all up, this soundless sound,
There’s no prayer, no devotion,
This wave’s of the ocean,
The ocean of love rising in your house, breaking into mine.
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| The Song Of The Sufi Masroof |
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