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Reality

Rating: 3.4

In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;
the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of Something
In whose presence you are blotted out?
And in whose being you still exist?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M Asim Nehal 15 February 2016

The one who tastes, knows; the one who explains, lies. Philosophical...10

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Rajnish Manga 01 June 2016

When two loving souls are completely immersed in each other, nothing remains except love. 'In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.'

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Britte Ninad 10 March 2019

... A Being unknown, unseen but in faith the whole ALMIGHTY

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Sylvaonyema Uba 27 February 2017

Speech is born out of longing. Nicely written and expressed Good poem! Sylva

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Ratnakar Mandlik 01 June 2016

Superb elaboration of love along with it's definition. Thanks for sharing it here.

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Wonderful poem that can be read again and again.

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my great appreciations for this great Classic poem

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True description from the real taste. The one who tastes, knows; the one who explains, lies........A poetess with a spiritual foresight '''much beyond the ordinary...10

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Mahtab Bangalee 12 March 2020

In love, nothing exists between heart and heart. Speech is born out of longing, ...// wow great introspective and insightful writings; love this mystical saint poetess always; love her life activities/// superb poem shared

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Sylvia Frances Chan 11 March 2020

One day the master of the house spied her at her devotions. There was a divine light enveloping her as she prayed. Shocked that he kept such a pious soul as a slave, he set her free. Rabia went into the desert to pray and became an ascetic. Unlike many sufi saints she did not learn from a teacher or master but turned to God himself. True Devotional by the great poetess Rabia Al Basri. A finestb read.

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