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Thou art a pyx containing blended odours and perfume, thou art a meadow producing spring-herbs and flowers. Beauty reached in thee her utmost limit: another like thee is impossible.
Source Tarjumân al-Ashwâq, Poem 40 · 📖 Read the full passage
✨ To meditate on today
According to Ibn Arabi, who explains in this collection that the beauties he sings of are images of divine realities, this beauty is a blend of perfumes, a meadow in bloom, a beauty that no other can equal. Today, stop before a flower, a scent or a landscape that moves you, and let it turn you toward the peerless Beauty of which it is a reflection.
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