Attending to Attar, Day 90,
and the end of his “The Conference of the Birds”
Pour your laments into the dust that billows at your feet as you walk the way of the world. Sweep aside all that falls. Step from your worldly path. You suffer needlessly. You do not travel alone and forgotten. Extend yourself beyond the body. The one who knows will bring you forward. You are no longer a captive of your own existence. You are a traveler without a past. You have no future. You are free to remember your true nature. You are nothing but emptiness as you await within. Do nothing. As the eternal passes by, touch the hem of its garment. The grave can no longer reach you. You are absolute. You are I AM. There is no other.
