Two Friends
A certain person came to the Friend's doorand knocked."Who's there?""It's me."The Friend answered, "Go away. There's no placefor raw meat at this table."The individual went wandering for a year.
Nothing but the fire of separationcan change hypocrisy and ego.
The person returnedcompletely 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 throughthe eye of the needle.
It's a single-pointed, fined-down, thread end,not a big ego-beast with baggage."A teaching story of Rumi translated by Coleman Barks.
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
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