Who’s there?

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?”




“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.”




From Essential Rumi


by Coleman Barks

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