Since You Are I, You Who Are Myself
One of my favorites - Once a man came and knocked at the door of his friend. “Who are you?” asked his friend. “It is I,” he replied. The friend said, “Go away! This isn’t the time to enter! There’s no place at a table like mine for the one Who’s not been cooked in the fire of true gnosis.” Apart from the fire of absence and separation What’ll cook the raw or free the uncooked from fraud? The poor man went away and for a whole year of travel and absence He was burnt utterly by the flames of... Sign in to see full entry.