Don’t Scold The Lover
Moses heard a shepherd on the road praying:
"Lord, where are you? I want to help you, to fix your shoes and comb
your hair. I want to wash your clothes and pick the lice off.
"I want to bring you milk to kiss your little hands and feet when it’s time for you to go to bed.
"I want to sweep your room and keep it neat. God, my sheep and goats are yours. ”
"Who are you talking to?” Moses could stand it no longer.
"Only something that grows needs milk. Only some one with feet needs shoes. Not G’d!”
The shepherd repented and tore his clothes and sighed and wandered out into the desert.
A sudden revelation came then to Moses.
"You have separated me from one of my own.
"Did you come as a Prophet to unite, or to sever?
"I have given each being a separate and unique way of seeing and knowing and saying that knowledge.
"What seems wrong to you is right for him.
"What is poison to one is honey to someone else.
"Purity and impurity, sloth and diligence in worship, these mean nothing to me.
"I am apart from all that. Ways of worshiping are not to be ranked as better or worse than one another.
"It’s not me that’s glorified in acts of worship. It’s the worshipers!
"I don’t hear the words they say. I look inside at the humility.
"Forget phraseology. I want burning, burning. Be friends with your burning.
"Burn up your thinking and your forms of expression!
"Lovers who burn are another.
"Don’t scold the Lover. The "wrong” way he talks is better than a hundred "right” ways of others.
"Whenever you speak praise or thanksgiving to Me, it’s always like this dear shepherd’s simplicity.
"When you look in a mirror, you see yourself, not the state of the mirror.
"The flute player puts breath into a flute, and who makes the music?
"Not the flute. The flute player!