Tantra Tatra Oct 2008
What to say, when words follow so far behind.
posted by johnthebarman at 2:12 pm
Monday, October 20, 2008
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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-Adawiyya
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