Passing Through

An American tourist went to Cairo to visit the famous Polish rabbi Hafez Avim. The tourist was surprised to see that the rabbi lived in a simple, book-lined room, in which the only pieces of furniture were a table and a bench.

“Rabbi, where’s all your furniture?” asked the tourist.

“Why, where’s yours?” retorted Hafez.

“Mine? But I’m just passing through.”

“So am I,” said the rabbi.

Submit to love without thinking.

Rumi