There was a man breaking up the ground, getting ready to plant, when another man came by, “Why are you ruining this land?” “Don’t interfere. Nothing can grow here until the earth is turned over and crumbled. There can be no roses and no orchard without first this devastation. You must lance an ulcer to heal. You must tear down parts of an old building to restore it.” So it is with the sensual life that has no spirit. A man must face the dragon of his appetites with another dragon, the life energy of the soul.

Rumi From the Poem The Gardener

5 thoughts on “The Working Man

  1. I love, love, love I am obsessed with your site. 71 but still love all of the hung older, mature men you feature. I am having trouble downloading the pictures this morning. Probably too many of us trying to get on.

  2. Working with your tools all day bi hand gets hard. Works up a thirst. Butt, I love reaching into a man’s toolbox and pulling his nutts tight with a manual shift of my spanner. Perhaps our American cousins call it a monkey wrench, but however your tongue rolls it, the meaning is the same. The job isn’t finished til someone jerks it into place bi a final tug of the tool. Nice and tight. And then some relief for the day, kicking off a healthy appetite and thirst for cold beer and a good wank with your mates. An honest day’s sweat for an honest day’s manhandling. Up the working man who is good with his hands…. I raise my flag and salute you. If my salute looks stiff, it’s because I need your tools to hold it in place and rub some oil to loosen me up now.

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