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A Morbid Attachment

Somewhere

they dance with abandon

round and round the cedar pole

at midday, in some sunny breeze

life dances with them

and much love, all

earthern bonds and heavenly promise

knitting them close, with

ties of destiny and common thought,

where little is said but much understood;

 

Not so in my country--

 

In my country dust devils dance

and blood runs riot in the streets

and dogs howl under the hollow sky

and black rains fall whe she-wolves whelp

in deserted streets;

 

Where much is said

but little done,

that is my country.

The world I see
The Fragrance of Love: Sufic Wisdom