Where Are You Looking?
Where Are You Looking? Within It’s time to face the music. We have been sick with despair. Too painful to view, Much less to contemplate, “What is my essence?”, We fear to ask. So, not knowing Who I am, I seek the things of this world To fill this void of my Feared and Unknown-self. “Ah, Dear Pilgrim, Fellow traveler on this way, Let’s stop here, In Rumi’s field beyond wrong and right, And have a picnic of Love’s sharing, The intimate pairing Of kindred souls in The One. Shams says, “There is... Sign in to see full entry.