for it alone comes to the rescue when you cry for help against disputes.
Eloquence is dumbfounded by Love: it dares not wrangle, for the lover fears that, if he answers back,
the pearl of inner experience
might fall out of his mouth.
~ Rumi MATHNAWI V, 3240-41
we wake up empty
and frightened. Don't open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep...
Turn your head and gaze at the river.
You say, "But I'm looking there already."
There are several signs in eyes that see all the way to the ocean.
Bewilderment is one.
Those who study foam and flotsam near the edge have purposes, and they'll explain them at length!
There is a quote that was written over 800yrs ago and yet it still resonates today
"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing
there is a field. I will meet you there."
I wonder about that field. I wonder about its beauty. Its unprejudiced nature. All my idea's might not...
It's supply is unlimited, but it comes down according to what the occasion requires -
in winter and spring, in summer and autumn,
always in due measure, more or less,
but the source of that rain is the oceans itself, which has no limits.
(The discourses of Rumi, It is...
Is kinship and affinity,
Yet a person stuck with those
He can't confide in
Is trapped like a prisoner
Enchained by lack of understanding.
It is, indeed, ironic:
There are many people
From India and Turkey
Who speak the same language,
While there are countless Turks...
so wise so young?"
"With the first morning wind and first dew, I lost my innocence."
I follow the one who showed me the way.
I extend one way up, and with the other I touch the ground.
A great branch leans down from the sky.
How long will I keep talking of up and down?
for in silence I find no rejection.
I choose to love you in loneliness, for in loneliness no one owns you but me.
I choose to adore you from a distance, for distance will shield me from pain.
I choose to kiss you in the wind, for the wind is gentler than my lips.
I choose to...
and understand you.
Sit only under a tree
that is full of blossoms.
In the bazaar of herbs and potions
don't wander aimlessly
find the shop with a potion that is sweet
If you don't have a measure
people will rob you in no time.
You will take counterfeit coins
thinking they are...
because you breathe air?
Shame on you, because you are alive in such a limited way..
Don't be without LOVE so you won't feel dead.
Die in LOVE and stay alive forever."
there's always a way to become immortal.. life is not moments of you breathing, but also moments of...
because maybe before you step,
you’ll look at the ground.
I want that blessing.
I open and fill with love and
other objects evaporate.
All the learning in books stays put
on the shelf.
Poetry, the dear words and images of song,
comes down over me like mountain water.
God said, I was a Hidden Treasure,
and I desired to be known.
Manifestation contains that Desire
to be known. Like a deep truth
inside a lie, like the taste of butter
in buttermilk, that's how Spirit
is held in form.
For a long time butter stays
invisibly present in...
forget to do.
If you forget everything else and not this, there’s nothing to worry about, but if you remember everything else and forget this, then you will have done nothing in your life.
It’s as if a king has sent you to some country to do a task, and you perform a...
or Muslim, not Hindu
Buddhist, Sufi, or Zen. Not any religion
or cultural system. I am not from the East
or the West, not out of the ocean or up
from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not
composed of elements at all. I do not exist,
am not an entity in this world or in...
The differences are just illusion and vanity.
The Sun's light looks a little different on this wall
than it does on that wall,
and a lot different on this other one,
but it's still One Light."
like the face of a mirror
that contains no images.
If you want a clear mirror,
and see the shameless truth,
which the mirror reflects.
If metal can be polished
to a mirror-like finish,
what polishing might the mirror of the heart require...
up to where you're bravely working.
Expecting the worst, you look, and instead,
here's the joyful face you've been wanting to see.
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralyzed.
In my heart you rose like the moon
but as I glanced at you, you disappeared.
Having had a glimpse of Your garden,
I have no more the patience to endure my existence.
One sip of Your intoxicating wine
has left me lovesick and full of longing.
Can a house stand when...