The
dawn came with rains. Lots and lots of it! Mountains far away hid behind a
cloudy veil of grey and white. A gifted treasure of rain drops sang on earth─perhaps
that’s how silence was meant to be. The civilized world vanished as if it was
never there. A song, a kiss and a Sufi! The energy of being one, the emotion of
an honest servitude, the burning will of sacrifice, the lust for their god!
Aah, the Sufi in a man, the follower in him, the master in him! Trees stood
still, birds hid under shelters! That was just man and nature, the purity of
silence, the presence of the unseen, the undisturbed harmony of being there in
the middle, yet being so far. The absent, unrelenting silence; the still,
unchanging distance! The Sufi knows: this is what Inspiration looks like; smells like the fragrance of wet soil; this
is what it sounds like─the splashing rain on firm ground; the moving, ecstatic
songs of a mystic.
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