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





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.














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