Autumn leaves
Shams says, “All your problems
come from reading your own letter all the time,
and not listening to the melody of the darling.”
When muttering “I” or “me” at the door of the beloved,
we only remain outside.
Everyone in this world
is rushing to increase their existence;
show me someone in love with nonexistence.
Until we are before the face of beauty,
existence is a burden.
Before that face,
we disappear like a shadow in sunlight.
Having spoken such words, trust the silence.
Photograph by Ming Chai