The Gentle Cry Of A Dying Art
Sep 3, 2018 · 1 min read
Adhan
No thought — no emotion; don’t invoke action.
Not of one kind,
nor of any.
In the vastness of that formless space there is no denomination,
no differences,
no boundaries of limitation.
No you or me
No us or we,
but a call.
If you have no desire you won’t posses and you won’t redress —
your presence will be sufficient,
To call.
It is not a riddle,
no words play-ons,
but a call
for unity.
The night darkness will end its reign;
the bright light of day will warm the hearts
and enlightens the heads
of those who
call.
and from the distance
good will result.
