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My Burning Heart

 

My heart is burning with love

All can see this flame

My heart is pulsing with passion

like waves on an ocean

 

my friends have become strangers

and I’m surrounded by enemies

But I’m free as the windno longer hurt by those who reproach me

 

I’m at home wherever I am

And in the room of lovers

I can see with closed eyesthe beauty that dances

 

Behind the veilsintoxicated with loveI too dance the rhythmof this moving world

 

I have lost my sensesin my world of lovers.................................

 

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THE TRUE SUFI What makes the Sufi? Purity of heart; Not the patched mantle and the lust perverse Of those vile earth-bound men who steal his name. He in all dregs discerns the essence pure: In hardship ease, in tribulation joy. The phantom sentries, who with batons drawn Guard Beauty's place-gate and curtained bower, Give way before him, unafraid he passes, And showing the King's arrow, enters in.