When you find a living sage,
Wait not till a mausoleum is built upon his grave,
Don't miss the golden opportunity,
Sit in his presence, as you sit in Tashahuď,
While you pray
Collect from him the rare pearls of wisdom- -
In the vast bowl of your heart,
Neither the dead can speak to you,
Nor can a blind show you the path
Nor an unborn sage can profit you
Remember what the true sages say-
Waiting for a promised sage,
Not coming in our lifetime,
Is just a child's fantasy,
That never comes true.
Mykoul
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