Two Friends - Poems from Jelal'uddin Rumi - Seasons of Peace Cooperation Circles

A certain person came to the Friend's door
and knocked.

Who's there?

It's me.
The Friend answered,

Go away.
There's no place
for raw meat at this table.

The individual went wandering for a year.
Nothing but the fire of separation
can change hypocrisy and ego.

The person returned
completely cooked,
walked up and down
in front of the Friend's house,
gently knocked.

Who is it?

You.
Please come in,
my self,
there's no place in this house for two.

The doubled end of the thread
is not what goes through
the eye of the needle.

It's a single-pointed,
fined-down,
thread end,
not a big ego-beast with baggage.

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			Two Friends A certain person came to the Friend's door and knocked. Who's there? It's me. The Friend answered, Go away. There's no place for raw meat at this table. The individual went wandering for a year. Nothing but the fire of separation can change hypocrisy and ego. The person returned completely cooked, walked up and down in front of the Friend's house, gently knocked. Who is it? You. Please come in, my self, there's no place in this house for two. The doubled end of the thread is not what goes through the eye of the needle. It's a single-pointed, fined-down, thread end, not a big ego-beast with baggage.
From The Essential Rumi, page 87. Translated by Coleman Barks. © Copyright, 2004, HarperSanFrancisco. Permission pending; fair use intended.

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