Facets

Where does the rage come from,
And from where does love return?
Where do the tears flow from,
And from where rises the Sun?
Why the dapper mind weakens to a pulp,
And from where does he know strength?
Why do the dogs of doubt bark,
And from where the stones of faith hurled?
If all these facets are mine,
Then the greatest mystery is,
Who am I?
Am I this broken vase chipped together to make a whole?
Am I so fragmented? Or am I more?

 

Photo courtesy - The Song Of The Sufi Masroof