إنّ أَدَبَ السُّلُوْكِ بِصُحْبَةِ الصَّالِحِيْنَ مِن أَجَلِ المَقَاصِدِ وأنْفَعِ الأُمُوْرِ
“The adab of wayfaring by keeping the company of the upright is among the most exalted of goals and most beneficial of matters.”
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?
~ Rabia al-Basri