Suf the Wool

Suf….The wool Keeping all isms behind A ship sets off to sail Through unknown waters Before it is capsized Drops all attachments and bonds Being emptied and lighted Elevates more to sink into self The truth is that in every one The soul is the same At the bottom of the self The soul is wrapped in wool Emits the glorious warmth of love Feels not, only a fool. To reach a desired shore The captain needs to clean up the dust and rust Gathered on the mirror of hearts It illuminates with the glory of truth Sees not, only an unfortunate poor.