"A single rose can be my garden; a single friend my World." Leo Buscaglia

As sunlight is attributed to the moon, so is the Beloved’s form ascribed to the lover; but in truth

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.

Fakhruddin Iraqi