Where You and I Are Alone

In that place where you and I are alone,

There are no eyes, ears, no sense of time,

Just a blank space filled with what I can only describe as joy.

Headlong I dip into this vast emptiness,

Wandering but never lost,

So conscious am I of your existence,

Of the sweet music that plays,

That this must surely be that dimension where the Gods live.

Further and further, you pull me in,

Into that fullness that I can only describe as bliss,

Who’s giving and who’s receiving, after a point I do not know.

Soon you drop me; drop me back into the world,

Your world, not mine, I was only born in it,

It’s then, I cry, for that place where you and I often meet.

The Song of the Sufi Masroof