Way of Holy Ones
Don’t speak of your suffering--He is speaking.
Don’t look for Him everywhere--He’s looking for you.
An ant’s foot touches a leaf--He senses it;
A pebble shifts in a streambed--He knows it.
If there’s a worm hidden deep in a rock,
He’ll know its body, tinier than an atom,
The sound of its praise, its secret ecstasy--
All this He knows by divine knowing.
He has given the tiniest worm its food;
He has opened to you the way of the holy ones.
By Hakim Sanai
Marriage of the Soul