In Love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing, True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;
the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe
the true form of Something
In whose presence you are blotted out ?
And in whose being you still exist ?
And who lives as a sign for your journey ?
~ Rabia al-Basri |
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