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One went to the door of the Beloved and knocked.
A voice asked, "Who is there?"
He answered, "It is I."
The voice said, "There is no room for Me and Thee."
The door was shut.
After a year of solitude and deprivation he returned and knocked.
A voice from within asked, "Who is there?"
The man said, "It is Thee." The door was opened for him. (Jalaluddin Rumi)
This journal is mostly friend only. It's not horribly private, but there are a lot of crazies out there. If you think you'd like to be added for whatever reason, or if I've commented on your journal and you'd like to take a peek, let me know.
bryan.robb@gmail.com
A voice asked, "Who is there?"
He answered, "It is I."
The voice said, "There is no room for Me and Thee."
The door was shut.
After a year of solitude and deprivation he returned and knocked.
A voice from within asked, "Who is there?"
The man said, "It is Thee." The door was opened for him. (Jalaluddin Rumi)
This journal is mostly friend only. It's not horribly private, but there are a lot of crazies out there. If you think you'd like to be added for whatever reason, or if I've commented on your journal and you'd like to take a peek, let me know.
bryan.robb@gmail.com