Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,
Welcome at this belated episode of our wonderful Kai. I had a busy evening shift so I couldn't publish earlier. This episode is about purity as you can read in the title of it. Purity is extracted from a beautiful, but not that easy to understand poem by the Mystical Poet from Persia, Rumi.
I only will give you the poem to use for your inspiration this time without giving background or comment on it. Only the pure poem nothing more nothing less.
A certain Sufi tore his robe in grief,
and the tearing brought such relief he gave the robe
the name faraji, which means ripped open,
or happiness, or one who brings the joy
of being opened. It comes from the stem faraj,
which also refers to the genitals, male and female.
His teacher understood the purity of the action,
while others just saw the ragged appearance.
If you want peace and purity, tear away
the coverings! This is the purpose of emotion,
to let a streaming beauty flow through you.
Call it spirit, elixir, or the original agreement
between yourself and God. Opening into that
gives peace, a song of being empty, pure silence.
© Rumi (Taken from The Book of Love by Coleman Barks)
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