When the violin can forgive the past, it starts singing.
When the violin stops worrying about the future
You become a laughing nuisence for some.
But god decides to come down and comb your hair into his.
WHEN THE VIOLIN STOPS BLAMING THE PLAYER AND THE PLAYER STOPS BLAMING THE VIOLIN, when the violin can forgive every wound caused by Others, your heart starts singing. You are my violin, aren't you?
- Hafiz - (revised Oct. 21. 10:59 AM to TwoHawk by the master himself)