There’s no wanting in this love, no taking in its fold,
It has the purity of vapor, wings of a dove,
It’s the bridge between consciousness, separate, yet one,
part, yet whole,
There’s no wanting in this love,
It is but a gentle pause, like dipping mucky feet in cool
waters of a fresh stream.
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| The Song of the Sufi Masroof |
2 comments:
Lovely pic :)
Thank you, Kulwant, the photographer is a really talented lady!
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