A certain person came to the Friend's door <br />and knocked. <br />'Who's there?' <br />'It's me.' <br />The Friend answered, 'Go away. There's no place <br />for raw meat at this table.' <br /> <br /> <br />The individual went wandering for a year. <br />Nothing but the fire of separation <br />can change hypocrisy and ego. The person returned <br />completely cooked, <br />walked up and down in front of the Friend's house, <br />gently knocked. <br />'Who is it?' <br />'You.' <br />'Please come in, my self, <br />there's no place in this house for two. <br />The doubled end of the thread is not what goes through <br />the eye of the needle. <br />It's a single-pointed, fined-down, thread end, <br />not a big ego-beast with baggage.'<br /><br />Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-friends-10/
