Trust your wound to a Teacher’s surgery.
Flies collect on a wound.
They cover it, those flies of your
self-protecting feelings, your love for what you think is yours.
Let a Teacher wave away the flies
and put a plaster on the wound.
Don’t turn your head.
Keep looking at the bandaged place.
That’s where the Light enters you.
And don’t believe for a moment
that you’re healing yourself.
- Rumi
Flies collect on a wound.
They cover it, those flies of your
self-protecting feelings, your love for what you think is yours.
Let a Teacher wave away the flies
and put a plaster on the wound.
Don’t turn your head.
Keep looking at the bandaged place.
That’s where the Light enters you.
And don’t believe for a moment
that you’re healing yourself.
- Rumi
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