by Nadgemee Hameed
THE Road right out of the world into foreverness is right at hand. It already exists. It begins at your doorway everyday. The travelers on it all are moving onward as best they can. Often there are are delays and turnings back. But when the travelers finally are bored enough with greed and sorrow they turn away from the shops and markets by the way, to follow their longing and their — curiosity. Among the merchants of the things of this life are the Sufi-peddlers. Each one each day takes thought to sweep and mend the portion before his or her enterprise in life. So the travelers all are assured — though they most often maybe don’t “feel” like it! — that they too will reach the inn that already exists in the sunset. It is already there and welcoming, a great house with endless rooms and passages. Those who cannot pay have already paid — by their neediness and rage and longing, all of that necessary misery it is the delight of the wise to serve in silence, grief and love. For this is the truth, and only this: All is vanity — all makes joy.
[Emmett R Smith
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[12 August 2006]