Collect your mind’s fragments
that you may fill yourself
bit by bit with meaning.
The one disciple who meditates
the mysteries of creation for sixty minutes
gains more merit
than from sixty years of fasting and prayer.
Meditation: high-soaring hawk
of the intellect’s wrist
resting at last on the flowering branch of the heart:
this world and the next are hidden
beneath its folded wing.
Sanai
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