A Conference of Birds
An artistic representation – courtesy: http://www.tumblr.com/search/the conference the birds A year ago when I was dead, I walked alone the lonely road; Thinking of nothing, I moved towards The icy chill of my hellish abode.
Tag: Sufism
A Paean to Mercy
One day walked Zunnoon the Mystic down the forest by the river, When he saw a scorpion run to the stream with a quiver. And by the riverside, a solitary tortoise awaited, The mystic stood watching, amazed, animated.
A LAYMAN PERSPECTIVE 