Sufi

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  1. If this be the last Moonlight to fall upon this mortal frame
    Then with whom should I be angry? Where to lay the blame

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    his old bag of bones is done with that yes my life it has been
    Good!
    Praise to the Creator who gave me understand: Selfhood

    To understand sacrifice. To surrender; bleed willingly

    For the sake of The Beloved and here it should be plain
    There is no breaking of the shell without enduring pain.

    If this be the last Moonlight to fall upon this mortal frame
    Would I wish I’d had more: wealth or treasures? Or Fame?

    This old bag of bones is done with that and yes my life has been Good!
    I’ve lived, And Loved; I’ve laughed and cried and through it all I understood.

    Some wish they’d had less work; more play,
    I wish I’d had more time with ones that brighten my day. ,
    But Time just slips away, inconspicuously as the passing of the day
    And you cannot catch the moon or sun or make them turn the other way

    When you’ve breathed your allotted breaths You give thanks for what you got anyway
    And if you learned something along the way…
    What would you say, Hey??
    hat would you say, if this indeed were your last day?

    This bag of bones is done with that, and yes my life’s been Good.
    This bag of bones is done with that, and yes my life’s been Okay
    This bag of bones is done with that, and yes my life’s been Good
    This bag of bones is done with that, and yes my life’s been Okay
    (Refrain)

    Would I have regrets for things not done, things that were never said
    For the lonely lonely nights I spent crying in my poor bed
    Or rather would I say those nights had truly and surely led
    To my very own undoing, and formed a new Self in its stead

    This old bag of bones is done with that, and praise dear God it’s True
    This mortal coil has come undone there’s nothing one can do
    This old bag of bones is done with that, and yes my life has been good
    Things didn’t always turn out, quite the way I;d hoped they would
    But who am I? to question it when when we know it comes disguised
    When we reach for Heaven we reach beyond and up to the distant skies

    This old bag of bones is done with that, Yes, my life has been blessed
    I always had a home; a place to lay my head and rest
    This weary one has had enough of heartaches, crooks and lies
    This old bag of bones is done with that, Yes, my life has been blessed.

    My Friends are those who carry Tombstones on their heads
    The Name of the Beloved in their hearts and to their beds
    My Friends are those who Judge not what is right and what is wrong
    They only sing the great lament and seduce us with their song

    All the Joys the Ceremonies the Wisdom talks and Love
    Cannot hold back the will of the freedom-seeking Dove
    Thus the Soul will journey to a mysterious place we do not know
    But in the end it is the place that all of us must finally go.

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