Here, my feet never touch the ground,
They swim in nothingness, yet never drown,
Only my soul is drenched, soaked in its milkiness,
Here, there’s a crowd even in aloneness,
Here, I sink deeper into myself,
In here, I burn as a flame of consciousness, slowly, steadily,
A wingless bird, I fly far out, faraway, home to home, branch to branch, sky to sky…
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| The Song of the Sufi Masroof |
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