Naturally, with my kind of attitude.
Least I bother.
Last am to care.
But still, if done nicely.
And well done nicely?
Every time, I think
I think of you.
I think & I re think
I have toiled to bring a certain standard to things,
I presume to be sticking on with them,
Emptiness might crawl at times,
Moonlit visions, paths becoming clear,
No divide between far and near.
In cosmic dance, love does reign,
The Sufi's soul entwined, forever to remain.
Bud of flowers bright,
Unfolding grace, sweet delight,
Nature's gift of light.
Sadness prevails on me,
Eating up into me.
But I nevertheless keep it company for I am also in love.
Why aims are even necessary
give and take is necessary
questions are necessary
answers are necessary
a swift moodiness,