sufi-sant

I went to a Quawwali concert last night, my first since India. The lyrics were in Urdu and Punjabi, and the tone is all longing, but the is poetry all celebration.

An LMC guest, visiting from France, went with me. So, to my joy, I got to speak la belle langue for the first time in a month.

The Sufi poetry is a promise of abundance, which I will hold on to. But right now how can I not be unspeakably thankful for 'enough'?