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Way of Holy Ones

hakim sanai

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

Source: poetry-chaikhana.com


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