“An eye is meant to see things.
The soul is here for its own joy.
A head has one use: For loving a true love.
Feet: To chase after.
Love is for vanishing into the sky. The mind,
for learning what men have done and tried to do.
Mysteries are not to be solved: The eye goes...
I died from minerality and became vegetable;
And From vegetativeness I died and became animal.
I died from animality and became man.
Then why fear disappearance through death?
Next time I shall die
Bringing forth wings and feathers...
I Love Rumi Because..
As we will see in Rumi poetry, essays and lectures, Rumi and Emerson encouraged people to search for their own personal connection with God through existential and wondrous ways. Their love for everyone and everything, regardless of who or what they,all are...
The Khalifa said to Laila, "Art thou really she
For whom Majnun lost his head and went distracted?
Thou art not fairer than many other fair ones."
She replied, "Be silent; thou art not Majnun!"
If thou hadst Majnun's eyes,
The two worlds would be within thy view.
Thou art in thy...
May the rain doused my soul...,sweep the restlessly and of my thirst…,come to me rain...,release this fatigue and the wound...,heal me rain...,let me share the LOVE…, without thorn...without poison...,(Rumi)
Most of my Muslim friends in the Middle East had not heard of Mawlana Jalal-u-din Rumi before I spoke of him or shared one of his many great poetry quotes on facebook or youtube. But I, myself, had not heard of him from any other Muslim or Middle Eastern human being.
In fact, I...
This is from The Big Red Book. Translated by Colman BarksLearn the alchemy true human beings know:the moment you accept what troubles you've been given,the door will be open.Welcome difficulty as a familiar comrade.Joke with torment brought by the friend.Sorrows are the rags of...
even if we touch only one person they may touch many others. Think of this when you speak to the next person you come in contact with.
Rumi was a charming, wealthy nobleman, a genius theologian and a brilliant but sober scholar, who in his late thirties met a wandering and...
a voice out of this world
calls on our souls
not to wait any more
get ready to move
to the original home
your real home
your real birth place
is up here with the heavens
let your soul take a flight
like a happy phoenix
you’ve been tied up
your feet in the mud
your body roped...
I was blown away to say the least, the first time that I saw this, and read it. Ever since I read the poem, I told anyone who would listen to read it as well. Soemtimes I would read it to them. I now try to live my life "Like This"..........Not much of a story here from me...
It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to...
Time's knife slides from the sheath,as fish from where it swims.Being closer and closer is the desireof the body. Don't wish for union!There's a closeness beyond that. Whywould God want a second God? Fall inlove in such a way that it frees youfrom any connecting. Love is the soul...
This being human is a guest-house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
Who violently sweep your house
empty of its...