shira
Diamond Member
Originally posted by: Moonbeam
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."
Well, that's four consecutive posts by you where you haven't provide a word of your own content (five if "Then accept what I say" is ignored). All you're doing is posting Rumi poems.
You're hung up on the ancients. What makes you think they possessed special knowledge of anything? They just stewed in their own, confused juices. We know tons more now than they possibly could.
You seem impressed by all the clever little "inversions" of everyday events and notions. But anyone can do that sort of thing and make it seem more profound than anything in this sorry group of poems you've posted. Let's see:
She said, "Why do you love me?"
And I replied, "Because you ask."
Look at me! I'm a wise man!
So let's hear something in the undisguised voice of Moonbeam, not this confused surrogate for Sufism.