Humble living does not diminish.  It fills.  Going back to a simpler self gives wisdom.

When a man makes up a story for his child, he becomes a father and a child together, listening.

Always check your inner state

with the lord of your heart.

Copper doesn't know it's copper,

until it's changed to gold.

Your loving doesn't know its majesty,

until it knows its helplessness.

These gifts from the Friend,

a robe of skin and veins, a teacher within,

wear them and become a school,

with a greater sheikh nearby.

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"Come, come, whoever you are.

Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter.

Ours is not a caravan of despair.

Come, even if you have broken your vow a thousand times

Come, yet again, come, come."

Rumi.

A rider goes by,

but his dust of passing hangs in the air.

Look down this road

through the particles into infinity.

This page was last updated: December 17, 2006

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