"Sometimes a mule does not know what is best for itself. When the mind is confused like that it secretly desires a master with a skilled whip to guide it to those playgrounds on the earth's table where the Sweet One's light has made life more tasty. Hafiz always carries such a whip, but I rarely need to use it. I prefer just turning myself into the prettiest mule in town and making my tail sing, knowing your heart will then follow." - my beloved HAFIZ, who else?
