A pious one with a hundred beads on your rosary,
or a drunkard in a tavern,
any gift you bring the Beloved will be accepted
as long as you come in longing.
It is this most secret pain,
this bleeding separation,
which will guide you to your Heart of Hearts.


-- from Nobody, Son of Nobody: Poems of Shaikh Abu-Saeed Abil-Kheir, Translated by Vraje Abram

Poetry Chaikhana | Abu-Said Abil-Kheir - A pious one with a hundred beads on your rosary

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In the school of mind you
learn a lot, and become
a true scholar for many to look up to.
In the school of Love, you become
a child to learn again.


-- from Nobody, Son of Nobody: Poems of Shaikh Abu-Saeed Abil-Kheir, Translated by Vraje Abram
Poetry Chaikhana | Abu-Said Abil-Kheir - In the school of mind you

I copied this into my Journal over five years ago,  but it has since been lost in cyberspace.It is so simple!  And it reminds me of the aphorism in the Tao Te Ching:   In learning we acquire something every day, in following the Tao, we lose something every day,  Can Tao and love be compared?  I think  so.