“Both light and shadow are the dance of Love.
Love has no cause, it is the astrolabe of God's secrets.
Lover and loving are inseparable and timeless.
Although I may try to describe love,
when I experience it, I am speechless.
Although I may try to write about love, I am rendered helpless.
My pen breaks, and the paper slips away at the ineffable place where lover loving and loved are one.
Every moment is made glorious by the light of Love.”
(Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Balkhi, known as Jelaluddin Rumi - Persian poet, jurist, theologian, and mystic, 1207–1273)
Once I came to Prayag ghat in Varanasi (Benaras) and I saw this old man painting Hindi words on a wall.
His hand was dancing, the letters were coming one by one.
He smiled at me, he knew the fancy art of caligraphy which had no secret to him, he was conducting an enchanting choregraphy and I thought that all this could only happen by the light of love...
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Lebojo says:
en ciré jaune sur la terre des korrigans says:
elle me plait beaucoup cette photo
je vais plagier Lebojo "image qui parle aux sens"
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