Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Go sweep out the chamber of your heart.
Make it ready to be the dwelling place of the Beloved.
When you depart out, He will enter it.
In you, void of yourself, will He display His beauties.
- Mahmud Shabistari -

If you are irritated by every rub, how will you be polished?
We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee;
we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.

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