The inside of the inside is bleak as the inside,
Stark as coagulated blood,
Intense as the predawn sky, swallowing all noise,
Quiet as a deserted street raided by the troops.
Encapsulated in this fearful inside,
Is yet, another inside; the other side.
This is where the Gods live,
This is where the trembling stops.
Soft as the morning light, seeds of pomegranate fall from the eyes,
Ears buzz with a love so deep, music alone can sum its depth,
And many a song is born.
From the inside to the inside, He wills…
Stark as coagulated blood,
Intense as the predawn sky, swallowing all noise,
Quiet as a deserted street raided by the troops.
Encapsulated in this fearful inside,
Is yet, another inside; the other side.
This is where the Gods live,
This is where the trembling stops.
Soft as the morning light, seeds of pomegranate fall from the eyes,
Ears buzz with a love so deep, music alone can sum its depth,
And many a song is born.
From the inside to the inside, He wills…
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| The Song of the Sufi Masroof |
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