Gratitude for the above photo goes to this site: here
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
"HOW LONG WILL YOU KEEP POUNDING ON AN OPEN DOOR?"
One biography among many: here
9 comments:
Profound. Rabia is Rabia of Basrah?
Yes, I will try to clarify soon. Thanx for the reminder and comment.
hmm...what a beautiful post....
thanks Dear Connie...
Between love nothing exists, not even words, words are required in absence when one needs to recall an image. Love is a manifestation and that does not need a description.
This awareness is often the balance I need...and what we may have MOST in common, perhaps, worldwide...
This great endless, timeless love among us...at the heart of ALL...
Amazing, wow!
How well said...
Thanx for visiting this blogsite and commenting, dear Faraz!
"And who lives as a sign for your journey?"
I just love this line.
And @ Sir Khurram..I believe this is the same Rabia Al Basri.
@Connie,another great post..!
Dear Mr. Muhammad Hamza:
I "just love" that line too! And what little I've seen yesterday from your own work - looks to me that you are a kind of bridge to "a sign for your journey". Do plz keep coming by this website.
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