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Death of Socrates

Visit my pledged master, the seven cities of love, Sheikh Attar, @ The Hoopoe’s Call,whose warmth is unfailing in my three decade shadow of failures. May he be granted the nearest-ness to the True Lover , in the Absolute Moment of Union with the Beloved.

When Socrates lay close to death, a youth —
Who was his student in the search for truth —
Said: ‘Master, when we’ve washed the man we knew
And brought your shroud, where should we bury you?’
He said: ‘If you can find me when I’ve died,
Then bury me wherever you decide —
I never found myself; I cannot see
How when I’m dead you could discover me.
Throughout my life not one small particle
Had any knowledge of itself at all!’ ”

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