Monday, March 2, 2015
Love plays its lute behind the screen -
where is a lover to listen to its tune?
With every breath a new song,
each split second a new string plucked,
The world has spilled Love's secret -
when could music ever hold its tongue?
Every atom babbles the mystery -
Listen yourself, for I'm no tattletale!
~ Fakhruddin Iraqi
from Divine Flashes
photo by Christine de Grancy