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Yall need to read some Rumi, the original spinning dervish. He is my absolute favorite poet.
""One day a Sufi sees an empty food sack hanging on a nail. He begins to turn and tear his shirt, saying, food for what needs no food!! a cure for hunger!!. His burning grows and others join him, shouting and moaning in the love-fire. An idle passerby comments, "it's only an empty sack." The Sufi says, leave. You want what we do not want. You are not a lover. A lover's food is the love of bread, not the bread. No one who really loves, loves existence. Lovers have nothing to do with existence. They collect the interest without the capital. No wings, yet they fly all over the world. No hands, but they carry the polo ball from the field. That dervish got a sniff of reality. Now he weaves baskets of pure vision. Lovers pitch tents on fields of nowhere. They are all one color like that field. A nursing baby does not know the taste of roasted meat. To a spirit the foodless scent is food. To an Egyptian, the Nile looks bloody. To an Israelite, clear. What is a highway to one is disaster to the other.""
""You are not as satifiied as you pretend! You're the snake and the snake charmer at the same time, but you don't know it. You're charming the snake for money, and the snake is charming you""
""Creation was spoken with one sound, BE. The two letters, B and E, to record it, came after. The meaning of it's sound and its resonance are one.""
""The Chinese and the Greeks were arguing as to who were the better artists. the king said, " We'll settle this matter with a debate", the Chinese began talking, but the Greeks wouldn't say anything. They left. The Chinese suggested then that they each be given a room to work on with their artistry, two rooms facing each other divided by a curtain. The Chinese asked the king for a hundred colors, all the variations, and each morning they came to where the dyes were kept and took them all. they Greeks took no colors. "they are not part of our work". They went to their room and began cleaning and polishing the walls. All day every day they made those walls as pure and clear as an open sky. There is a way that leads from all colors to colorlessness. Know that the magnificent variety of the clouds and weather comes from the total simplicity of the sun and the moon. The Chinese finished and they were so happy. They beat their drums in the joy of completion. The king entered their room, astonished by the gorgeous color and detail. The Greeks then pulled the curtain dividing the rooms. The Chinese figures and images shimmeringly reflected on the clear Greek walls. They lived there, even more beautifully, and always changing in the light.""