Just sent this to a friend who the Friend is currently helping [- as he is me!] Thanks Friend​ ..

“The soul is a newly skinned hide, bloody and gross / Work on it with manual discipline, and the bitter tanning acid of grief and you’ll become lovely and very strong / If you can’t do this work yourself, don’t worry / You don’t even have to make a decision, one way or another / The Friend, who knows a lot more than you do, will bring difficulties, and grief, and sickness / as medicine, as happiness, as the essence of the moment when you’re beaten, when you hear checkmate, and can finally say, with Hallaj’s voice / I trust you to kill me.”

Rumi