The heart never races--
except along love's path.
The soul never really begs to speka--
except the words of love.
Thank God--
You ravaged my heart
and made it a desert
so no other love
could flower there.
Abu Sa'id Abi 'l-Khayr (d. 1049)
trans. David and Sabrineh Fideler, from "Love's Alchemy"
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
A Desert
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