Saturday, December 12, 2009

The world is no more
than the Beloved's single face;
In the desire of the One
to know its own beauty, we exist.

Each place, each moment,
sings its particular song
of not-being and being.
Without reason, the clear glass
equally mirrors
wisdom and madness.

-- Ghalib
(from The Enlightened Heart,
edited by Stephen Mitchell)

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