“Love speaks to me
silently,
then in words,
with winks
of eyes
then by rending
the veils.
Do you know what He whispers into My ear?
‘I am Love,
Who in the two
realms of existence
My place
does not appear!
I am the phoenix
of the west,
[risen from the ashes,]
no trace of me
appears! ”
Fakhr al-Din al-Iraqi, Flashes