Under the cloudy sky of December, everything has taken a monochromatic look. The few remaining leaves have long given up their greenish hues; brittle and brown barely hanging on. The cold embrace of winter surrounding all, is here to stay for months to come.
Inside, a different tune is playing. Imagination and creativity keep the fire within going.
"He and I are one.
like the word and its meaning,
behold union in separation,
like the eye and vision,
Not for a moment is He separate from me
Behold us together everywhere,
like flower and fragrance."
-Sarmad
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