One day, a sufi sees an empty food sack hanging on a nail
He begins to turn and tear his shirt, saying
He begins to turn and tear his shirt, saying
food, for what needs no food!
a cure for hunger!
His burning gows and others join him
shouting and moaning in the love-fire
An idle passerby comments "it's only an empty sack"
The Sufi says Leave You want what we do not want you are not a lover
A lovers food is the love of bread
Not the bread, no one who really loves
loves existence
Lovers have nothing to do with existence
they collect the interest without the capital
No wings, Yet they fly all over the world, No hands
but they carry the polo ball from the field
That dervish got a sniff of reality
now he weaves baskets of pure vision
Lovers pitch tenton a field of nowhere
they are all one color like that field
A nursing baby doesn't know the taste of roasted meat
to a spirit the foodless scent is foo
To an Egyptian the Nile looks bloody
to an Israelite clear
what's a highway to one is disaster to another