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“Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round
in another form. The child weaned from mother’s milk
now drinks wine and honey mixed.”
Rumi’s translator, Coleman Barks, calls the poem that begins with these lines “Unmarked Boxes.” It resonates.433 more words
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“Choose a Pir, for without a Pir this journey is exceeding full of woe and affright and danger. Without an escort you are bewildered (even) on a road you have traveled many times: Do not, then, travel alone on a Way you have not seen at all, do not turn your head away from the Guide.