An Ocean In Your Drop

In this ocean of worldliness, you are the rock that churns the sea,

For every impure thought, every selfish deed,

You are the balance that shines it clean, rubs it anew,

These quiet hearts like the gentle breeze sing of your grace,

Now all doors are open, a bird perched on every window and a flower on every stem.

Often, in this worldly ocean, we come to believe,

We are the will and its willful seed,

Yet, what glory can man experience in the absence of the tidal wave of love,

Winds of fortune and the storm of your will?

Thus, it’s a while before the crow is thirsting to be an ocean in your drop.

The Song of the Sufi Masroof