All Gypsies under the Mercy Moon, All Sheep under the Shepherd Sun

All Gypsies under the Mercy Moon, All Sheep under the Shepherd Sun

I do not know of your God,

Nor do I know of my God,

I only know of God,

Neither yours nor mine,

Just God.

I do not know of you,

Nor do I know of me,

I only know of we,

Neither you nor I,

Only we.

Are we not all Trespassers under the His Sky...?

I do not know of the Guide

Who would leave those

In utter need of guidance

Without someone to bring

Them to safety.

Are we not all Gypsies under the Mercy Moon...?

I do not know of the love

I feel in my breast,

For it is not knowledge,

It was never written

Save as a spell

In the heart of

The unwary.

Are we not all Spellbound under the Sky Unmade...?

I do not know of Him

Though He knows fully

And truly of me.

I tried to capture a little

Of His vision, smiling in grace

Upon the most magnificent sky,

But my thieving hand trembled

As my atoms whirled in His praise...

For how can a fish

Catch the fisherman?

How can a deer

Catch the hunter?

And how can the sheep

Catch the shepherd?

Are we not all Sheep under the Shepherd Sun...?

I could not sleep, taken ill because I neglected my medication today. So I surfed the internet sea and I came across this interesting little concert, played and sung by men garbed in strange attire. The music that they played were beautiful and hypnotic. I do believe that this was recorded live in Germany. I wrote the prose listening to their haunting harmonies.

May God bless you always in your wandering and in your staying. Take care, sunshine.

Pax Taufiqa

Hate has no place in Islam

Love will show the Way