ONE

I don't know how,
When,
The Mind learnt to empty itself,
Now the shepherd and the sheep are one. 
Pain and pleasure are one.

That I searched knowingly, unknowingly, .
I don't know how,
But it comes looking for me,
Like a child rushing out of his hiding place; sudden and swift.

And so I smile at the deluge of His grace,
The insane bliss, the mindful forgetfulness...

The Song of the Sufi Masroof