Hands and lips of wind
Heart of water
Eucalyptus
Campground of the clouds
The life that is born every day
The death that is born every life
I rub my eyes:
I rub my eyes:
The sky walks the land
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From each, Love demands a mystic silence. What do all seek so earnestly? Tis Love. Love is the subject of their inmost thoughts, In Love no longer "Thou" and "I" exist, For self has passed away in the Beloved. Now will I draw aside the veil from Love, And in the temple of mine inmost soul Behold the Friend, Incomparable Love. He who would know the secret of both worlds Will find that the secret of them both is Love!(Attar)
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