28.5x20.5 inches; Pen drawing on handmade paper with watercolour wash (Click on image to enlarge)
Wonder, from these thousands of 'me',
which one am I?
Listen to my cry; do not drown my voice
I am completely filled with the thought of you.
Don't lay broken glass on my path
I will crush it into dust.
I am nothing, just a mirror in the palm of your hand,
reflecting your kindness, your sadness, your anger.
If you were a blade of grass or a tiny flower
I will pitch my tent in your shadow.
Only your presence revives my withered heart.
You are the candle that lights the whole world
and I am an empty vessel for your light.
- Rumi, Sufi Mystic
