Listen, O drop, give yourself up without regret, and in exchange gain the Ocean. Listen, O drop, bestow upon yourself this honor, and in the arms of the Sea be secure. Who indeed should be so fortunate? An Ocean wooing a drop! In God's name, in God's name, sell and buy at once! Give a drop and take this Sea full of pearls --Rumi Mathnawi IV, 2619-2622
Are you crossing the line when you yearn to shine? Advertising your soul. "These are my beliefs and I hold them dear," could the message get any louder or clearer? And what would the hermit sage say about one's godly display? At what point am I crossing the line? Ever so thin between devout and devoid. Ever so thin between express and exploit.
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Nothing says "Me" like You
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