43. Knocking at the Door


A lover came to the house of the beloved and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" asked the beloved.
"It is me," replied the lover.
"Go away!"' said the beloved. "This house does not have room for a you and a me."
The lover went away into the wilderness to ponder these words. What did this mean? Love had pulled the lover to the house, and love continued to pull the lover to the house.
The lover went back and knocked again.
"Who is it?" asked the beloved.
"It is you," replied the lover.
The door opened at once.



Inspired byThe Little Book of Sufi Parables by Nico Neruda
Notes: This is story 57 in the book, and it appears in Rumi; see Tales from the Masnavi by A. J. Arberry, story 12.


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