The Gift Poems by Hafiz, The Great Sufi Master
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Keep ringing the bell, Playing the Tamboura, Calling for him. For you, have touched something holy inside With your spirit body, And now youre eyes look broken Without her sacred presence near, The heart is like that, Blessed and ruined, Once it has known divine beauty, Then, It becomes a sky hunter. The lover keeps circling in thier being Thier sweetest moments With God, Needing to kiss his face, Again. - Jordan , posted 04/14/06 |
