Love and Sufism 187
When I told him that my heart was made of clay, he mocked me, because his heart was made of iron. Soon it will rain, and my heart will blossom and his heart will rust.
❗ Tabrizi❗
Keep your heart made of clay, because the rain of tears makes it fertile, then a garden blooms on it, and flowers grow in the garden, so the heart of clay becomes a flower garden. Do not make your heart made of steel, because when it rains, iron rusts. Do not consider the value of a thing in terms of its beginning, but rather consider the end, because what will be its end. And make your heart made of clay, because there is softness in clay and the Shariah I like softness a lot.