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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