How may we soften attention
If we be in agitation
Desire pursuit makes us hollow
Joy stifled by expectation
When love pulse, we choose to follow
Thoughts recede, heart becomes mellow
We feel within, magnetism rise
All we need to do is allow
Ceasing to size, we vaporise
Pure heart, receptive to surprise
We simply go, where God takes us
The false falls away, ego dies
No longer does earth life nonplus
Outcomes any, we make no fuss
Nonchalant self, ever vibrant
Enjoys joy ride, on the bliss bus
Rubaiyat