each image painted
on the canvas of existence
is the form
of the artist himself.
spews forth new waves,
"Waves" we call them;
but there is only the Sea.
Many and disparate waves do not make the sea a multiplicity;
no more do the Names make the Named more than One.
When the sea breathes they call it mist;
when mist piles up they call it clouds.
It falls again,
they name it rain;
it gathers itself and rejoins the sea.
And it is now the same sea it ever was.
~ Fakhruddin 'Iraqi
from Divine Flashes