To the Prophet, everything is soaked in Glory.
To us, things look inert. To Him,
the hill is in motion like the stream.
He hears a subtle conversation between
the clod and the brick. We don't.
To the Prophet, everything is soaked in Glory.
To us, things look inert. To Him,
the hill is in motion like the stream.
He hears a subtle conversation between
the clod and the brick. We don't.