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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?

~ Die before you die ~

Ironic,
but one of the most intimate acts of our body
is death.

So beautiful appeared my death –
knowing who then I would kiss,
I died a thousand times before I died.

“Die before you die,”
said the Prophet Muhammad.

Have wings that feared
ever touched the Sun?

I was born when all I once feared –
I could love.


O God, Whenever I listen to the voice of anything
You have made -
The rustling of the trees
The trickling of water
The cries of birds
The flickering of shadow
The roar of the wind
The song of the thunder, I hear it saying:
“God is One!
Nothing can be compared with God!”