. . . When a man is busy in earnest, He is blind to the sight of his pain. Like a warrior in battle, his arms cut and bruised, His soul does not see what hes doing. Thinking himself intact, And after the battle is done, The blood has gone out of his body, Far more than he would ever have known . . Know then that the body is merely a garment, Go seek the wearer, not the cloak. The Knowledge of the unity of God Lies sweeter on the heart than flesh. The Hand of the soul, the foot of the soul, These limbs of the soul are not limbs of the state. As the soul goes forth, therefore, Never fear its departure, for it will walk, and, touch still . . . The Illustrated Rumi (A Treasury of Wisdom from the Poet of the Soul) . .
Posted on: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 19:46:28 +0000
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