From You To You

This joy stems from you,

From the inviting, calming, inner world,

Where the Mira of our souls sings to the Krishna of our consciousness,

When the flute of the dark skinned, ever effulgent lord,

 Resonates, illuminates, the universe of our untilled minds,

What is, what is not, dissolves in the annals of time,

Curled by your feet, no desire remains,

Except to walk towards you like a child braving a dark alleyway,

Crying for his mother to take him away to that quiet, comforting place called home.

The Song of the Sufi Masroof