When for long you gaze upon a flower laden bougainvillea
bush,
Of fuchsia pink, pristine white, marmalade orange or various
other hues,
Like lovers closing the distance, the delicately twirling
branches will softly merge in your eyes,
Entering your heart and the schematics of your mind,
Space will melt like gold in fire and time will disappear
like raindrops in an ocean,
If only for a moment, in this merging you’ll experience the
unity of all creation,
A picture that’s not separate from you, its greatness, its sameness,
will all be you. |
| The Song of the Sufi Masroof |
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