When the chaos and madness die,
There’s a surreal calm that engulfs the mind,
It has the sweet fragrance of slumber,
And the slow descent of a feather falling through air,
Because the fleeting calm comes after the storm,
It really has no solution,
Only dissolution of the dreams, the drama that we so often mistake for life.
There’s a surreal calm that engulfs the mind,
It has the sweet fragrance of slumber,
And the slow descent of a feather falling through air,
Because the fleeting calm comes after the storm,
It really has no solution,
Only dissolution of the dreams, the drama that we so often mistake for life.
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| The Song of the Sufi Masroof |
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