Is strength fluid or solid?
Does it flow in the veins, ripple in the muscles or surge in our brains?
Is weakness really a flaw or a seed waiting to germinate?
Could it be that the weakness we so despise,
Is the crack in the surface from which the lava of willpower flows?
Is my admiration of weakness misguided?
Or have I found in the arms of helplessness the truth behind reality,
The strength that I inherited from the Gods, now lost to human frailty.
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| The Song of the Sufi Masroof |
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