Excerpt Idiot wisdom

∫ Paraphrased then imagined conversation about deeply religious matters »

A strange turbaned holy man on a donkey approached the neeb.

“Hello Neeb, has anyone ever tried to convert you?”
“Not really, surreptitiously perhaps, but never to my face.”
“Are you sure?”
“You mean about my face?”
“Yes. Your face.”
“Why, what’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing, I never said anything about your face.”
“So were you talking about your donkey whilst looking at me then?”
“No, I was talking to you.”
“To my face you mean?”
“Yes, to you face!” …..exasperated.
“Oh, very good. So what do you want again?”
“Has – any-one – ever – tried – to – con-vert – you – to – your – face?”
“Hmm, let’s see. To my face, no.”
“So you stand unconverted then?”
“No.”
“Then where on earth do you stand neeb?”
“Where on earth? Right here. I stand right here on my ears!”
“On your ears?”
“Yes, on my ears you idiot, didn’t you hear me. I stand right here before God, on my ears. As such you have no need to convert my face as I can already hear every whisper of God. Get back on your donkey you buffoon.”

The turbaned holy man rode away in a state of cerebral disfigurement, whilst his donkey laughed (though the holy man couldn’t hear it).

Excerpt RUMInation

“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.”

~ Rumi