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Ripening, Cooking, Burning
All is ripe; 'tis we who are raw.
All is wheat; 'tis we who are straw.
I said to God, "My heart!"
He said, "It must become roast..." I said, "My heart is no more." He said, "Abandon the roast!"
O God, if I am raw, cook me;
And if I am cooked, burn me.
The spiritual fire will cook you.
If you retreat like a coward you will remain raw. If you don't flee the fire you will be cooked completely, you will become lord of the table. Come to the table, be served to your companions, like bread, become help for the soul become soul.
Poor Yunus, raw and tasteless, Finally got cooked, glory be to God. back
from Serving the Guest: A Sufi Cookbook
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