Each image painted
on the canvas of existence
is the form
of the artist himself.
Eternal Ocean
spews forth new waves,
"Waves" we call them;
but there is only the sea.

Many and disparate waves do not make the sea a
multiplicity;
no more do the Names make the Named more than One.
When the sea breathes they call it mist;
when the mist piles up they call it clouds.
It falls again,
they name it rain;
it gathers itself and rejoins the sea.
And it is now the same sea it ever was.

Fakhruddin Iraqi
from Divine Flashes
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