Beyond the lunatic's sphere

Listen, this world is the lunatic’s sphere

Don’t always agree it is real

Even with my feet upon it

And the postman knowing my door

My address is somewhere else

                                           Hafiz

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It only takes a few moments

Every morning

Before I start thinking

The world is the lunatic’s sphere

By noon it is a sure thing

By sunset, it is time for despair

And yet

The sunrises golden, sending its rays racing through the trees

And there are people who act kindly toward others

And there are people who resist evil

And after the head of the day

The Sacred one cools the globe

And the sun exits

Gloriously

And then I know that as much as this is

The wonderful, amazing sphere

Full of lunatics

And me

It is not

All

There

Is