Of this body is my mind
When the call from the Golden Nightingale
Lifts and pours my being throughout
Independent of this mind is my
When God unfurls even a shadow of His tress
Upon my bare shoulder.
Sovereign of my illumined heart
Is the indivisible knowledge
In the gaze of my spirit’s wings climbing to
Such a sublime height they each
Become the Sun
And reside – perched beyond every throne
Known to man.
This Sufi path of love is so astoundingly
One day each
Wayfarer upon it will become
The Inconceivable -
The Creator of God
From ‘The Gift’ by Daniel Ladinsky.
Copyright © 1999 by Daniel Ladinsky. Reprinted by permission of the author.