“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.”
Rumi
Compare the sensual eye to the
hand of one that felt the elephant.
The eye of outward sense is as the palm of a hand,
The whole of the object is not grasped in the palm.
The sea itself is one thing, the foam another;
Neglect the foam, and regard the sea with your eyes.
The Masnavi, Book III, Story V
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