Ya faqir! How long have you traveled on this path? Your
trousers caked with the dust of unleavened prayers. How many
moons have you orphaned yourself from the world?
Seek it in solitude, during the pitch of eventide for that sin which
crept in your heart like the coming of a black ant on a black rock
on a moonless [...]
» June 22, 2009
Faqir
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