The soul is a newly skinned hide, bloody and gross. Work on it with manual discipline, and the bitter tanning acid of grief. Youll become lovely and very strong. If you cant do this work yourself, dont worry. You dont have to make a decision one way or another. The Friend, who knows a lot more than you do, will bring difficulties and grief and sickness, as medicine, as happiness, as the moment when youre beaten, when you hear Checkmate , and can finally say with Hallajs voice, I trust you to kill me. Jalaluddin Rumi
Posted on: Sat, 17 Jan 2015 04:49:15 +0000
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