Every piece of counterfeit gold prevents you from recognizing the genuine gold, wherever it is to be found.
The counterfeit gold cuts off your feet, and clips your wings; the impostor says, "I am what you seek: take me, O seeker."
Go, always be fleeing from the false remedy.
Deem me foolish or contemptible, as you please: the real treasure is mine, say what you like."
Rumi (Vol.6, 4308-4327)
Commentary: The real wealth is of the spirit. The other distractions sparkle, but will prove to be ultimately worthless.
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The Mathnawi, Jalalu'ddin Rumi's master work, is a 1200 page poem. Having studied it in an intensive tutorial with a Persian scholar, Dev Prakash in 1979, I am now rereading it 30 years later,using the Reynold Nicholson translation. My hope is that you will find these short selections speaking to your soul, as they do to mine.
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