Two Gold Coins, One Dry Well
ॐ Rumi was sitting on her favorite bench high up on a cliff overlooking the ocean. She would sit and watch the waves below crash against the shore. The sound of the crashing waves became almost like a meditation for her. Whenever she sat alone, invariably someone would always come and join her. It was her presence that drew them to her. On this day, a very old man approached her and sat down with her. It wasn’t long before he began talking with Rumi. “Fear sometimes creeps into my heart in the middle of the night,” he said. It’s […]
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