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Sufi Style<BR><BR>
<a href='delicious.php?PHPSESSID=1c00c9491c4197799b39562e9a8cd452'>delicious</a><BR>
<a href='nutritious.php?PHPSESSID=1c00c9491c4197799b39562e9a8cd452'>nutritious</a><BR>
<a href='archives.php?PHPSESSID=1c00c9491c4197799b39562e9a8cd452'>archives</a><BR>In God's own glory bask;
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Come, be impregnated by words
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So vast and fine that they
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Could hardly be claimed as mine,
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To life, always,
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To places left of the heart
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But right where you are,
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Soothing, soothing,
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Always smoothing
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Over nonsense
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With the force of all your thought
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Is it coming from within,
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Or are the words like air
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Bubbling to the surface,
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The neurons fire off an uncertain balance,
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Like an engine idling,
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Like a feather floating,
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To grab at it proves only
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What a sorry thing it is
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To believe oneself great.
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But not to grab-
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