When someone is counting out gold for you, don't look at your hands, or the gold. Look at the giver.
RumiMy place is the Placeless, my trace is the Traceless ; 'Tis neither body nor soul, for I belong to the soul of the Beloved. I have put duality away, I have seen that the two worlds are one; One I seek, One I know, One I see, One I call.
Rumi