An Occurrence

Between those who fall and fail,

And those who stand up to fight another day,

Is merely a difference of discipline.

See, how Mother Nature disciplines her children,

The golden orb rises and sets.

The psychic moon waxes and wanes.

Rain saunters in, stays a while, evaporates.

Wind blows, shrieks, and is still again.

Yet, the human-mind like unruly hair has never been combed,

Disciplined or taken to task.

The most brilliant minds,

With the sharpest intellect, have been laid to waste,

For wisdom is not a faculty of the intellect.

It’s pure, unadulterated knowledge; a knowing, an occurrence, a changing.  

The Song of the Sufi Masroof