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Reality

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