The Matrix

We are the perfect collapse
Of the Quantum matter
As a container
Full with spherical particles
The perfect form
Of the matrix
We are almost emptiness
That can never be fulfill
As universe expands
We feel the loneliness
From the absolute raise
Of the vacuum
That emptiness as not a relative growing
If we can see its origin
We can only share the loneliness
But we will never make it disappear
And we must live fully with that
So be aware of what you are looking for here

Rumi's universality

What can I do, Submitters to God? I do not know myself.
I am neither Christian nor Jew, neither Zoroastrian nor Muslim,
I am not from east or west, not from land or sea,
not from the shafts of nature nor from the spheres of the firmament,
not of the earth, not of water, not of air, not of fire.
I am not from the highest heaven, not from this world,
not from existence, not from being.
I am not from India, not from China, not from Bulgar, not from Saqsin,
not from the realm of the two Iraqs, not from the land of Khurasan
I am not from the world, not from beyond,
not from heaven and not from hell.
I am not from Adam, not from Eve, not from paradise and not from Ridwan.
My place is placeless, my trace is traceless,
no body, no soul, I am from the soul of souls.
I have chased out duality, lived the two worlds as one.
One I seek, one I know, one I see, one I call.
He is the first, he is the last, he is the outer, he is the inner.
Beyond "He" and "He is" I know no other.
I am drunk from the cup of love, the two worlds have escaped me.
I have no concern but carouse and rapture.
If one day in my life I spend a moment without you
from that hour and that time I would repent my life.
If one day I am given a moment in solitude with you
I will trample the two worlds underfoot and dance forever.
O Sun of Tabriz, I am so tipsy here in this world,
I have no tale to tell but tipsiness and rapture.

1207-1273, Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rumi

Waya

I wish the rain out there
Could relief the real tears
Of knowing
The future disappearance of a sl friend
On rl

Flying the wind, some ashes
from a big heart.
Don't expect to catch that
Freedom
Someone already has.

To Little Cherokee

The Nearness of You

Its not the pale moon that excites me
That thrills and delights me, oh no
Its just the nearness of you

It isnt your sweet conversation
That brings this sensation, oh no
Its just the nearness of you

When youre in my arms and I feel you so close to me
All my wildest dreams come true

I need no soft lights to enchant me
If youll only grant me the right
To hold you ever so tight
And to feel in the night the nearness of you

Writer(s): Ned Washington, Hoagy Carmichael