The Question of Fate
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Photograph by pchweat
Are you not weak against it’s power? Helpless and trembling.
Weaving in and out spinning the cradle of life in its spindle. A thread that has been made and designed - ordained. Can you feel the turning, the wheel creaking with the weight, rusty from eternal age. No matter it’s burden it has kept [...]
"A Year with Rumi: Daily Readings" by Coleman Barks
"O wave! Plunge headlong into the dark seas,
And change thyself with many a twist and turn;
Thou wast not born for tile solace of the shore;
Arise, untamed, and find a path for thyself."
- Allama Muhammad Iqbal
