Guest guest Posted December 3, 2005 Report Share Posted December 3, 2005 XXX In the world of Oneness there is nothing but yourself, there is no room for counting. But in the world of things there is so much counting. You may count a thousand apples in your hand - If you want them all to be one, make applesauce. You may count a thousand grapes in your hand - If you want the precious wine crush them all together. The message behind the words is the voice of the heart. The source of all activity is that utter stillness. Now Shams-e Tabriz is in the royal seat and all my rhymes have lined up like willing slaves. -- Version by Jonathan Star " Rumi - In the Arms of the Beloved " Jeremy P. Tarcher/Putnam, New York 1997 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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