Not to see what appears to your self Flying to the heavens, tearing, every instant, a hundred veils! The first moment to renounce life, The last step to travel without feet! To see this world as invisible. Not to see what appears to your self. dick here
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Strange Business
You sit here for days saying, This is strange business. You’re the strange business. You have the energy of the sun in you, but you keep knotting it up at the base of your spine. You’re some weird kind of gold that wants to stay melted dick here
Rumi on Masturbation
Rumi was asked once what to do about a young man caught masturbating. Rumi told them to mind their own business. It just means he’s growing his feathers. The dangerous case is a youth who doesn’t masturbate, who then leaves the nest without feathers. One dick here
The Sacred Masculine
Masculinity has a core of clarity, which does not act from anger or greed or sensuality, and a husk, which does. The virile center that listens within takes pleasure in obeying that truth. Nobility of spirit, the true spontaneous energy of your life, comes as dick here
I searched for God
I searched for God and found only myself. I searched for myself and found only God. Rumi a gathering of lovers
The Great Outdoors
How many a generous rain has poured,so that the sea could scatter pearl!How many a sun of blessing has shone,so that clouds and seas might learn! The sunbeams of Wisdom struck the soil,so that earth might receive seed:the soil is faithful to its trust—whatever you dick here
The Sacred Dance
As waves upon my head the circling curl So in the sacred dance weave ye and whirl. Dance then, O heart, a whirling circle be. Burn in this flame – is not the candle He? Rumi Darkness is your candle
unfathomable
From the beginning of my life I have been looking for your lips but today I have seen Today I have seen the charm, the beauty, the unfathomable grace of the lips that I was looking for. Rumi Cox
Pat The Postman
“You have no idea how hard I’ve looked for a gift to bring You. Nothing seemed right. What’s the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the ocean. Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient. It’s no dick here
Love is Love!
“Ask “the friend” for love, ask him again . . . For I have found that every heart will get what it prays for most.” “I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being. Even dick here
Like a shadow – I am and I am not…
I no longer know the difference between image and reality Like the shadow. I am And I am not Desire God?
Suddenly – (yet somehow unexpected)
he arrived the guest… the heart trembling “Who’s there?” and soul responding “The Moon…” came into the house and we lunatics ran into the street stared up looking for the moon… (Rumi)
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4 those whose hearts are glad…
Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don’t give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad. Rumi
A Classical Wanker
What else can I say? You are more valuable than both heaven and earth. You don’t know your own worth
Cock is the tree of life…
Cock is the tree of life. Each Branch exists because of the fruit. Mr Cox If the foot of the trees were not tied to earth, they would be pursuing me. For I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens. (Rumi)
the soul and the universe
I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls. Rumi
The Cock Whisperer
That which God whispered to the rose,and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty,He said to my cock,and made it a hundred times more beautiful.
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