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One night a certain man was crying
"Allah! Allah! Allah!"
His lips grew sweet with the praising
'til 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 his praying and fell into a confused sleep.
He dreamed that he saw Hittr, the guide of souls,
the green man in a green foliage.
"Why did you quit praising?"
"Because I've never heard anything back."
"This longing you express is the return message.
People like Pharaoh may have all the material wealth in the world but they have no spiritual desire.
The grief that you cry out from is God
drawing you toward Union.
Your pure sadness that wants help
is the secret cup of knowing.
Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.
That whining is the connection."
There are many lovedogs no one knows the names of.
Give your life to be one of them."
-- Rumi (translated by Coleman Barks)
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