do You really learn with me? do You really live through me? do You really embody all of this?

photo by christian kettiger


You glide between the heart and its casing as tears glide from the eyelid.
You dwell in my inwardness, in the depths of my heart, as souls dwell in bodies.
Nothing passes from rest to motion unless you move it in hidden ways,
O new moon.

- Hallaj (Mansur al-Hallaj)