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You & I
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Building this house upon the sorrows of
You & I
Sailing the ocean of love by the sighs of
You & I
Smoldering betwixt the flames of loss
You & I
Dancing to the duet of hope and despair
You & I
Crying for what we could have been
You & I
Dying from odious gusts of what is
You & I
Forgetting where truly we came from
You & I
Anxious to return to the Final Abode
You & I
‘I’ the problem in this equation of
You & I
‘You’ what matters here and now for
You & I
Silence:
When the glances exchanged between
You & I
Raucous:
When the chasm partitioned between
You & I
Soberness the pain of afflictions for
You & I
Pass around the goblet of love between
You & I
Lets live these last few moments drunken
You & I
Lets leave the soberness of this life behind
You & I
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Haitian peasants live in the outskirts of mountains, underneath the
shadows of the villas and palaces of the rich who live abroad and who
lock
their barbed wired villas from outside! They live in shacks, single
room, no windows, no sanitation, no electricity or running water. When
it rains they drown in their own little room and when it dose not rain
they succumb to thirst.
Of course ordinary people always believe it is someone else’s fault,
but the Nation of Sufism beholds all this as a mirror that reflects
what
is inside our collective Self. There is no “I vs. them”; is ‘I’always
on the
clear and ‘them’ the criminals? No! We are all souls gushed forth from
the same fountain and what crime one of us commits reflects the state
of
the rest, otherwise we all would have formed a solid line, a
moveless stance, resist as one spiritual continuum
against these
brutalities.
© 2005-2002, Dara O.
Shayda