This is not your body.
Breathe the river of the Beloved's embrace.
Sweep open the hand.
The piles of old rags and discarded furniture are washed away in one breath.
The door to the Temple is revealed once again.
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I love this. It reminds me of a practice that a Sufi teacher from Canada (I am forgetting his name) taught to a group of us a few years ago. It's doing the ish k'Allah ma ha bud li'la as an ocean wave. Thanks for your inspiration! Umm Salma
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