How do I know who I am or where I am? How could a single wave locate itself in an ocean.
There are lovers content with longing. Iām not one of them.
The Prophets accept all agony and trust it For the water has never feared the fire.
Because the Beloved wants to know, unseen things become manifest. Hiding is the hidden purpose of creation.
My heart rushes into the garden, joyfully tasting all the delights. But reason frowns, disapproving of the heart's bad manners.
I will find new meaning in every joy and sorrow.