One night a man was crying,
Allah! [God] Allah! [God]
Allah! [God] Allah! [God]
His lips grew sweet with the praying,
until a cynic said,
'So! I have heard you
calling out, but have you ever
gotten any response?'
until a cynic said,
'So! I have heard you
calling out, but have you ever
gotten any response?'
The man had no answer to that.
He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep.
He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep.
He dreamed he saw Khidr, the guide of souls,
in a thick, green foliage.
in a thick, green foliage.
'Why did you stop praying?' [Khidr asked]
'Because I've never heard anything back.'
[Kidhr said]
This longing you express
is the return message.
The grief you cry out from
draws you toward union.
Your pure sadness that wants help
is the secret cup.
Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.
That whining is the connection.
There are love dogs no one knows the names of.
Give your life to be one of them.
is the return message.
The grief you cry out from
draws you toward union.
Your pure sadness that wants help
is the secret cup.
Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.
That whining is the connection.
There are love dogs no one knows the names of.
Give your life to be one of them.
Rumi
Original title: "Love Dogs"
Original title: "Love Dogs"
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Yearn for more.
...don't linger in any spiritual benefit
you have gained,
but yearn for more,
like one suffering from illness
whose thirst for water is never quenched...
you have gained,
but yearn for more,
like one suffering from illness
whose thirst for water is never quenched...
Rumi
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