It Must Be You

Ever heard the Margosa leaves sing; sing in perfect harmony with the wind?

It’s a strange world I find myself in,

Where eyes have ears and ears have the gift of sight,

Noise is near but it comes from far,

Light is within but it showers from above,

The body is still but the mind floats in a fountain of bliss.

It must be you, who else could it be?

The note in the music, the simple cadence of creation,

The unseen, unknown, reality.

The Song of the Sufi Masroof