“Blade” (Rumi)

The soul of this community is coming toward us, the sun on his forehead, wine jar in right hand, stride by stride.

Do not ruin this chance with politeness and easy promises. The help we called for is here, the invitation to join with great souls.

Any place we gather becomes a ceremony

on the way to the Kaaba, which means: Pass quickly through your own being into absence.

The self of your name and fame secures you

with a new knot every moment.

Personal identity is a sheath. The creator of that, a sword. The blade slides in and unites, worn covering

over bright steel, love purifying love.

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