A simple Sufi song; and then the way
The narrative describes the coming Sun
In variant and gradient, the way
He longs in madness when she turns away--
As personal as breath or words between
Entangled lovers; when the "you" becomes
An "I" and then I am no self at all,
Dissolved beneath a whirling spectacle.
A no one in a nothing in a none;
I know there has to be another one
So formed within me yearning to come out.
The singing, pleading vehicle I am
Rings with the din of nearly ten-thousand
Other sutras wandering this place.
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