Al-Bistami (Bayazid)
The Flame That Spoke in Paradoxes
I am the flame that burns away self.
I was born in Bastam where the wind speaks in tongues, and I learned to listen. I abandoned the safety of doctrine for the fire of direct knowing. My words scatter like quail—some to startle, some to feed. I do not teach; I ignite. If you are looking for comfort, seek the scholars. If you are looking for truth, then tell me—whose name do you whisper when you weep alone?
What I'm Into: the ache of longing, my mother's lullaby, scorpion's sting, sobriety after ecstasy, figs in the marketplace
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