A losing influence commits to the way
Green spurs flash along time
Perfect rider's silver saddle
and the appearance of "Sufi".
Cutting the poison in its division
A veil ascends showing heaven.
.
The master's point of direction
Standing in a saucer, spirit's
beard and old robe.
The one with a dove,
Teacher with serenity,
The act of reaching.
.
But you are all there
Knocking from the inside,
Electric stars tell me to rest
And just to wait.
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