You have to go deeper than the words,
Deeper than their actions,
Deeper than what you see and know to be true,
Deeper than the scent of nostalgia that keeps pulling you,
For, there are many beautiful faces, no less beautiful their spirit,
But their depth like a pond that overflows in the rain and dries in the heat,
Have little control over what's to come, to be,
And at that depth, you can neither dive nor drown,
And drown you must, for, it's the only way to swim your way up...
Deeper than their actions,
Deeper than what you see and know to be true,
Deeper than the scent of nostalgia that keeps pulling you,
For, there are many beautiful faces, no less beautiful their spirit,
But their depth like a pond that overflows in the rain and dries in the heat,
Have little control over what's to come, to be,
And at that depth, you can neither dive nor drown,
And drown you must, for, it's the only way to swim your way up...
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| The Song of the Sufi Masroof |
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