I see a bird carrying me and carrying you, with us as its wings, beyond the dream, to a journey that has no end and no beginning, no purpose and no goal. I do not speak to you, and you do not speak to me; we listen only to the music of silence. Silence is the friend's trust of friend, imagination's self-confidence between rain and rainbow. A rainbow is inspiration provoking the poet, uninvited, the infatuation of the poet with the prose of the Quran. Which of your Lord's blessings do you disown? We are absent, you and I; we are present, you and I. And absent. Which of your Lord's blessings do you disown?.Mahmoud Darwish
About This Quote
This is one of the most beautiful lines that have been spoken by Muhammad. He is talking about being present in this world, being present in each moment of our lives. But at the same time, he is saying that we are absent, because it is only when we are absent from this world that we realize how wonderful it can be here.
Source: Absent Presence
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