Silent Sound

All the sound in nature cannot equal the profound sound of joy,

Rising and falling with each sunrise, each sunset,

Fading, emerging, weaving itself into a higher consciousness.

Is it sound or is it silence?

Or is it the sound of silence, a silent sound, a fleeting stillness?

Or is it, the spirit crashing against its own depth, hearing its own sweet music?

The Song of the Sufi Masroof