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I have loved Thee with two loves -
a selfish love and a love that is worthy of Thee.
As for the love which is selfish,
Therein I occupy myself with Thee,
to the exclusion of all others.
But in the love which is worthy of Thee,
Thou dost raise the veil that I may see Thee.
Yet is the praise not mine in this or that,
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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?
I’m currently reading “Mystics & Saints of Islam”
this text stood out to me:
“… the hidden depth of the human heart is divine and illuminated by light from above; for in it is mirrored the eternal truth completely, sod that it encloses the Universe in itself.”
I believe:
The human heart and it’s sacret hidden depths that enclose eternal truth is self illuminating; and when the light is shining one will see that the universe resides within.
