Sufi Poem: The Soul’s Tree

Roots of Divine Longing

The soul is a tree planted deep in the earth of the heart,
Roots entwined with the secret waters of love, unseen yet endless.

Its branches reach beyond the skies of thought,
Leaves whispering the sacred name in every breath of wind.

No storm can break it, no drought can wither its yearning—
For its sap is the wine of divine longing, flowing eternal.

Each blossom a silent prayer, unfolding in the light of presence,
Each fruit a hidden treasure, ripe with the sweetness of union.

Sit beneath this tree, traveler, and listen—
For in its shade you will find rest from the wandering,
And in its quiet song, the path back home.