Khujche

Seeking

O seeker,
straining towards the Light,
worn, drained and blinded-
tarry but a while.

Let Stillness ,that elixir,
wash through your being.

Let its attar sublime
purge the shades from
your soul.

May the dark that now blinds,
may the fog that chokes,
be as wings to waft you into-

Music beyond song,
Knowledge past learning
and Love above all.