Mind and I

In stilling the mind I have made a friend,
For hours we sit side by side and partake of the breath of life,
Our gladdened hearts mirror our joy,
A serene quietness overwhelms, like lovers meeting for the first time,
In this quietude of aloneness, my new friend is fearless,
He conceives the inconceivable,
A world of light, bodiless, pure and white,
Here there is no separateness, no uniqueness,
All that he sees he becomes; he succumbs,
Oneness was a concept before; he now knows it to be true,
In the sacredness of stillness, mind and I are no longer enemies,
When at last he returns from this joyous universe,
I find myself to have made that journey,
To have come alive, to have shed my skin, to have become as fearless as him.

The Song of the Sufi Masroof