God..

One night a man was crying
Allah! Allah!
His lips grew sweet with the praising,
Until a cynic said,
So! I heard you
Calling out, but have you ever
Gotten any response?
The man had no answer to that
He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep
He dreamed he saw khidar the guide of souls
In a thick green foliage
Why did you stop praising?
Because I never heard anything back
This longing
You express is the return of the message
The grief you cry out from draws you towards union
Your pure sadness
That wants help
Is the secret cup
Listen to the moan of a dog for its master
That whining is the connection
There are love dogs
No one knows the names of
Give your life
Be one of them.
Al Rumi