I’m riding through a frightening desert–on a horse with a broken bridle. I have no more control over this than over a bird suddenly released.
Where am I going?
We throw the shirt of existence out into the void. We undo the ropes–and let the tent of the universe collapse.
Now let’s see how patient people are.
Rumi
(translated by Coleman Barks)
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