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​R  U  M  I

 Rumi has the "Gift" to describe
the Indescribable " DIVINE "
Nisya Shakti

​To be a Sufi,  
forget the past, 
put it all away;

Turn a brand new page, rescue
your being from yesterday;

Become a child of the present
age, of youth, of wisdom,

Never leave this bountiful
moment, this eternal day

Be grateful for whoever comes, because
each has been sent as a guide from beyond.
​Jelaluddin Rumi, 
the 13th century, Divine Mystic Poet, is truly one 
of the most passionate & profound poets in history. 

Rumi produced his master work the MASNAWI which 
consists of over 60,000 poems before he died in 1273.


Jelaluddin Rumi, Persian Lawyer & Divine Sufi, 
widely considered literature's greatest mystical poet,
understood very well the uncontrollable 
and idiosyncratic impact of poetry. 

Yet one wonders if even he, for all his intuitive grasp of language, 
humanity and the cosmos foresaw the deep and diverse influence his
​own work would have 
on readers throughout the world seven centuries 
after his death or the myriad meanings enthusiasts would draw from
his sprawling and contradictory poems. 

A Spiritual Biography 


There is a life-force within your soul,
seek that life.
There is a gem in the mountain of your body,
seek that mine.
O traveler, if you are in search of That
Don’t look outside, look inside yourself
and seek That.

​​if your thought is a rose, you are a rose . 

If it is a thorn, you are fuel for the bath stove.

​Because I cannot sleep I make music at night. I am troubled by the one whose face has the color of spring flowers. I have neither sleep nor patience,neither a good reputation nor disgrace. A thousand robes of wisdom are gone.All my good manners have moved a thousand miles away.The heart and the mind are left angry with each other. The stars and the moon are envious of each other.Because of this alienation the physical universe is getting tighter and tighter. The moon says, "How long will I remains suspended without a sun ?" Without Love's jewel inside of me, let the bazaar of my existence be destroyed stone by stone. O Love, You who have been called by a thousand names,You who know how to pour the wine  into the chalice of the body, You who give culture to a thousand cultures, You who are faceless but have a thousand faces, O Love, You who shape the faces of Turks, Europeans, and Zanzibaris, give me a glass from Your bottle, or a handful of being from Your Branch. Remove the cork once more. Then we'll see a thousand chiefs prostrate themselves,and a circle of ecstatic troubadours will play. Then the addict will be freed of craving and will be resurrected, 
and stand in awe till Judgement Day.
Go to find Yourself and you can find Me.
Look for the Answer inside your Question !
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase 
each other"
doesn't make any sense.
You have no need to travel anywhere-journey within yourself. 
Enter a mine of rubies and bathe in the splendor of your own light.

​"Woman is the Light of God
 ​Silence is the Language of God"​

Drunk with the ecstasy of Love,

I can no longer tell the difference
between drunkard and drink,

Between lover and Beloved...
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
​They’re in each other all along.

​Beauty surrounds us, but usually
we need to be walking in a garden
to know it. 

​There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled.
There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled.

You feel it, don't you ?

​Woman is a ray of God. 
She is not that earthly beloved : 
she is creative, not created.

You come to us from another world, from beyond the stars and void of space. Transcendent, pure, of unimaginable beauty, bringing with you the essence of love. You transform all who are touched by you. Mundane concerns, troubles and sorrows dissolve in your presence, bringing joy to the ruler and ruled, to peasant and king. You bewilder us with your grace, all evils transform to goodness. You are the master alchemist. You light the fire of love, in earth and sky, in heart and soul of every being. Through your loving existence and non existence merge all opposites unite. All that is profane becomes sacred again.

 My soul is screaming in ecstacy

​From the beginning of my life
I have been looking for your face
but today I have seen it

Today I have seen the charm,
the beauty, and the unfathomable grace
of the face that I have been looking for

Today I have found you and those who laughed
and scorned me yesterday are sorry they were not
looking as I did

I am bewildered by the magnificence of your
beauty and wish to see you with a hundred eyes

My heart has burned with passion and has searched 
​forever for this wondrous beauty I now behold

I am ashamed to call this love
human and afraid of God to call it divine

Your fragrant breath like the morning
breeze has come to the stillness of the garden
You have breathed new life into me
I have become your sunshine
 and also your shadow

Every fiber of my being  is in love with you

Your efflugence has lit a fire in
my heart  for me the earth and sky

My arrow of love has arrived at the target I am in
the house of mercy  and my heart is a place of prayer

​You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop... 

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.

However much we describe and explain love, when we fall in love
​ we are ashamed of our words.

​If you find me not within you, you will never find me. For I have been with you, from the beginning of me.

Oh god
Let all lovers be content
Give them happy endings
Let their lives be celebrations
Let their hearts dance in the fire of your love

​Love is the bridge between you and everything.

​​The springtime of Lovers has come,that this dust bowl may become a garden ;
the proclamation of heaven has come,that the bird of the soul may rise in flight.
The sea becomes full of pearls,the salt marsh becomes sweet as kauthar,
the body becomes wholly soul.​​

Love has nothing to do with the five senses and the six directions : its goal is only to experience the attraction exerted by the Beloved. Afterwards, perhaps, permission will come from God : the secrets that ought to be told with be told with an eloquence nearer to the understanding that these subtle confusing allusions. The secret is partner with none but the knower of the secret : in the skeptic's ear the secret is no secret at all.
Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes.
Because for those who love with heart and soul  
there is no such thing as separation.
Explanation by the tongue makes most
​ things clear,​ but love unexplained is c

​Do you know what you are ? 

You are a manuscript of a divine letter. You are a mirror reflecting a noble face. This universe is not outside of you. Look inside yourself ;  everything that you want, you are already that .

​Reason is powerless in
the expression of Love.

Only from the heart can
you touch the sky.

Let the beauty of what you love
be what you do. I
 am yours.
Don’t give myself back to me
 .In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty,
how to make poems.You dance inside my chest
where no-one sees you, but sometimes
I do, and that sight becomes this art.
I swear, since seeing Your face,
the whole world is fraud and fantasy
The garden is bewildered as to what is leaf
or blossom. The distracted birds can't
​distinguish the birdseed from the snare.
 This is love :
to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred
veilsto fall each moment. First to let go of life.
​ Finally, ​ to take a step without feet.
A house of love with no limits, 
a presence more beautiful than
venus or the moon, 
a beauty whose
image fills the mirror of the heart.
Last night you left me and slept your own deep sleep. 
Tonight you turn and turn. I say, 
You and I will be together till the universe dissolves.” 
You mumble back things you thought ​of when you were drunk.

​Sunlight fell upon the wall ;
the wall received a borrowed splendor. 
Why set your heart on a piece of earth,
​O simple one ? 
Seek out the source which shines forever.

​That which God said to the rose, and
​caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, 

He said to my heart, and made it 
a hundred times more beautiful.

Now, today His presence still remains strong,
due in part to how his words seem to drip of
the Divine, and startle a profound remembrance
that links all back to the Soul-Essence.

​Stay close, my heart, to the one who knows your ways ;  Come 
into the shade of the tree that allays has fresh flowers. Don't stroll idly through the bazaar of the perfume-markers : Stay in the shop of the sugar-seller. If you don't find true balance, anyone can deceive you ; Anyone can trick out of a thing of straw, And make you take it for gold Don't squat with a bowl before every boiling pot ; In each pot on the fire you find very different things. Not all sugar canes have sugar, not all abysses a peak ; Not all eyes possess vision, not every sea is full of pearls. O nightingale, with your voice of dark honey ! Go on lamenting ! Only your drunken ecstasy can pierce the rock's hard heart ! Surrender yourself, and if you cannot be welcomes by the Friend,
Know that you are rebelling inwardly like a thread That doesn't want to go through the needle's eye ! The awakened heart is a lamp; protect it by the him of your robe ! Hurry and get out of this wind, for the weather is bad. And when you've left this storm, you will come to a fountain ; You'll find a Friend there who will always nourish your soul. And with your soul always green, you'll grow into a tall tree Flowering always with sweet light-fruit, whose growth is interior
Love is the One who masters all things ; I am mastered totally by Love. By my passion of love for Love I have ground sweet as sugar. O furious Wind, I am only a straw before you;How could I know where I will be blown next ? Whoever claims to have made a pact with Destiny Reveals himself a liar and a fool;What is any of us but a straw in a storm ? How could anyone make a pact with a hurricane ? God is working everywhere his massive Resurrection ; How can we pretend to act on our own  In the hand of Love I am like a cat in a sack ; Sometimes Love hoists me into the air, Sometimes Love flings me into the air, Love swings me round and round His head ; I have no peace, in this world or any other. The lovers of God have fallen in a furious river ; They have surrendered themselves to Love's commands. Like mill wheels they turn, day and night, day and night, Constantly turning and turning, and crying out.
There are two kinds of intelligence: one acquired, as a child in school memorizes facts and concepts from books and from what the teacher says, collecting information from the traditional sciences as well as from the new sciences.

With such intelligence you rise in the world. You get ranked ahead or behind others in regard to your competence in retaining information. You stroll with this intelligence in and out of fields of knowledge, getting always more marks on your preserving tablets.

There is another kind of tablet, one already completed and preserved inside you. A spring overflowing its spring box. A freshness in the center of the chest. This other intelligence does not turn yellow or stagnate. It's fluid,and it doesn't move from outside to inside through conduits of plumbing-learning.

This second knowing is a fountainhead from within you, moving out.

A lifetime without Love is of no account

Love is the Water of Life
Drink it down with heart and soul !

A moment of happiness, you and I sitting on the verandah, apparently two, but one in soul, you and I. We feel the flowing water of life here, you and I, with the garden's beauty and the birds singing. The stars will be watching us,  and we will show them what it is to be a thin crescent moon. You and I unselfed, will be together, indifferent to idle speculation,you and I. The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar as we laugh together, you and I. In one form upon this earth,and in another form ​ in a timeless sweet land.

I want to sing like the birds sing, 
not worrying about who hears or what they think. 

How should the Soul not take wind when from the Glory of God It hears a sweet, kindly call: "Why are you here, soul? Arise!" How should a fish not leap fast into the sea form dry land When from the ocean so cool the sound of the waves reaches its How should the falcon not fly back to his king from the hunt When from the falconer's drum it hears to call: "Oh, come back"?
Why should not every Sufi begin to dance atom-like Around the Sun of duration that saves from impermanence ? What graciousness and what beauty ? What life-bestowing! What grace! If anyone does without that, woe-
what err, what suffering! Oh fly , of fly, O my soul-bird, fly to your primordial home ! You have escaped from the cage now- your wings are spread in the air. Oh travel from brackish water now to the fountain of life ! Return from the place of the sandals now to the high seat of souls ! Go on! Go on ! we are going, and we are coming, O soul, From this world of separation to union, a world beyond worlds ! How long shall we here in the dust-world like children fill our skirts With earth and with stones without value, with broken shards without worth ? Let's take our hand from the dust grove, let's fly to the heavens' high, Let's fly from our childish behaviour and join the banquet of men ! Call out, O soul, to proclaim now that you are rules and king ! You have the grace of the answer, you know the question as well!

​In The Arc Of Your Mallet Dont go anywhere without me. Let nothing happen in the sky apart from me, or on the ground, in this world or that world, without my being in its happening. Vision, see nothing I don't see. Language, say nothing. The way the night knows itself with the moon, be that with me. Be the rose nearest to the thorn that I am. I want to feel myself in you when you taste food,in the arc of your mallet when you work, when you visit friends, when you go up on the roof by yourself at night. There's nothing worse than to walk out along the street without you. I don't know where I'm going. You're the road, and the knower of roads, more than maps, more than love.
I have been tricked by flying too close to what I thought I loved. Now the candle flame is out,the wine spilled, and the lovers have with drawn somewhere beyond my squinting. The amount I thought I'd won, I've lost. My prayers becomes bitter and all about blindness.How wonderful it was to be for a while with those who surrender. Others only turn their faces on way, then another, like pigeon in flight. I have known pigeons who fly in a nowhere, and birds that eat grain lessness, and tailor who sew beautiful clothes  ​by tearing them to piece... 
​Until you've found pain, you won't reach the cure Until you've given up life, you won't unite with  the Supreme Soul Until you've found fire inside yourself, like the Friend, You won't reach the spring of life, like Khezr.

Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

Do not feel lonely, the entire universe is inside you.

Knock, And He'll open the door
Vanish, And He'll make you shine like the sun
Fall, And He'll raise you to the heavens
Become nothing, And He'll turn you into everything.


 by Shahram Shiva 

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty,
how to make poems. You dance inside my chest
where no-one sees you,but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art. 

​I know you're tired but come, this is the way.​
Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are
hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

​The Universe and the Light of the Stars come through Me

​A Gift of Love

Die ! Die !
Die in this love!
If you die in this love
your soul will be renewed

Die! Die !
Don't fear the death
of that which is known
If you die to the temporal
you will become timeless

Die ! Die !
Cut off those chains
that hold you prisoner
to the world of attachment

Die ! Die !
Die to the deathless
and you will be eternal

Die ! Die !
and come out of this cloud
When you leave the cloud
you will be in the effulgent moon

Die ! Die !
Die to the din and the noise
of mundane concerns
In the silence of love
you will find the spark of life

Jalal ad-Din Muammad Balkhi (Rumi)
Love Poems of Rumi
(edited by Deepak Chopra)

Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers..

I belong to no religion. My religion is Love. Every heart is my Temple.

Why do you stay in prison When the door is so wide open ?

When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.

I looked in temples, churches, and mosques. But
i found the Divine within my heart.

Burdens are the foundations of ease and bitter things the forerunners of pleasure.

Come out of the circle of time
. And into the circle of love.

Everything in the universe is within you. Ask all from yourself.

Let the beauty you love be what you do. There are
a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the earth.

Take someone who doesn't keep score, who's not looking to be richer, or afraid of losing, who has not the slightest interest even in his own personality : he's free. Who could be so lucky ? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.

Be like melting snow... wash yourself of yourself.

Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.
And you ?
When will you begin that long journey into yourself  ?

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.

People want you to be happy. Don't keep serving them your pain !

If you could untie your wings and free your soul of jealousy,you and everyone around  you would fly up like doves.

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars
​like dust.

Step out of the circle of time and into the circle of love.

Either give me more wine or leave me alone.

Two there are who are never satisfied... t
he lover of the world and the lover of knowledge.

I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside.

Start a huge, foolish project, like Noah… it makes absolutely no difference what people think of you.

But listen to me. For one moment quit being sad.
​Hear blessings dropping their blossoms around you.

Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. it doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again , come , come.

Reason is powerless in the expression of Love.

Suffering is a gift. In it is hidden mercy.

A mountain keeps an echo deep inside. That's how I hold your voice.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

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 blind when it only wants to see why.

Travel brings power and love back into your life.

Words are a pretext.It is the inner bond draws one person to another, not words.

​A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.

Sit, be still, and listen, because you're drunk and we're at the edge of the roof.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

Oh Beloved, take me. 
Liberate my soul.
Fill me with your love 

and release me from the two worlds. 
If I set my mind on anything but you, 
 let the fire burn me from inside.
Oh Beloved, take away what I want.
Take away what I do.
Take away what I need.
 Take away everything that takes me from You...

More Love Poems of Rumi @

This is love : to fly toward a secret sky,
​ to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

​Reason is powerless in the expression of Love. Love alone is capable of revealing the truth of  Love and being a Lover.

The way of our prophets is the way of Truth. If you want to live, die in Love ; die in Love if you want to remain alive.

Paradise is surrounded by what we dislike; the fires of hell are surrounded by what we desire.

Let the beauty we love, be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground...

Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Do not claim them. Feel the artistry moving through and be silent..

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be.

Travelers it is late. Life's sun is going to set. During these brief days that you have strength,be quick and spare no effort of your wings
Come, come again, whoever you are, come !
Heathen, fire worshiper or idolatrous, come !
Come even if you broke your penitence a hundred times, 
Ours is the portal of hope, come as you are.

Love is the cure...for your pain will give birth to more pain until your eyes constantly exhale love as effortlessly as your body yields it's scent.

The Prophet said that woman prevails exceedingly over the wise and intelligent, (While), on the other hand, ignorant man prevail over woman, for in them the fierceness of the animal is imprisoned...

Wheresoever I lay my head, it is only He (God) who is to be prostrated. It is only He who is to be worshiped whether be in or out six directions. Vineyards, gardens, roses, nightingales, whirling dances (sama); these are all beautiful.....

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did
​ I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing ?

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

Be like the sun for grace and mercy.
Be like the night to cover others' faults.
Be like running water for generosity.
Be like death for rage and anger.
Be like the Earth for modesty.

Load the ship and set out. 

No one knows for certain whether the vessel will sink or reach the harbor. Cautious people say, "I' ll do nothing until I can be sure".
Merchants know better. 
If you do nothing, you lose. Don't be one of those merchants who don't risk the ocean.

​The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches you by means of opposites, so that you will have two wings to fly ~ not one.

The sun never says to the earth, you owe me. Look what happens with love like that. It lights up the whole sky...

Brother stand the pain ; Escape the poison of your impulses. The sky will bow to your beauty, if you do. Learn to light the candle. Rise with the sun. Turn away from the cave of your sleeping. That way a thorn expands to a rose. 
A particular glows with the universal.
Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment. Cleverness is mere opinion and bewilderment, intuition.

Leap into the fires of love. When you know ecstasy, you cannot live without the flames.

The tale of love must be heard from love itself. For like a mirror  it is both mute and expressive.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing, there is a field. I will meet you there.

Those who do not feel this Love pulling them like a river, those who do not drink dawn like a cup of spring water or take in sunset like supper, those who do not want to change, let them sleep...

I am back again, but I never left. I am here now always.

I am love discovering itself, ever new. I would tell you more, but I can tell you nothing.

Know est thou not the beauty of thine own face ?
Quit this temper that leads thee to war with thyself...

Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book, nor from tongue.

If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is illumination of heart.

If I die, never say "he has died," because I was dead, then I was resurrected; the true Friend has taken me away...

There is no salvation for the soul, but to fall in Love. It has to creep and crawl amongst the Lovers first. Only Lovers can escape from these two worlds. This was written in creation. 
Only from the heart can you reach the sky. The rose of Glory can only be raised in the heart.

 What comes, will go what is found , will be lost again
but what you are is beyond coming and going and beyond description you are it and you can not not be what you are.

Your body is away from me but there is a window open from  my heart to yours.

Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

​Never be without remembrance of Him, for His remembrance gives strength and wings
 to the bird of the Spirit. If that objective of yours is fully recognized, that is 'Light upon Light'...
But at the very least, by practicing God's remembrance,  your inner being will be illuminated 
​little by little and you will achieve some measure of detachment from the world...

​Reason has no way to say its love. 
Only love opens that secret. 
If you want to be more alive, 
love is the truest health.
​I asked the Moon if it is in love 
with the night and it said
 the Sun rises to quickly.

​Love isn't the work of the tender and the gentle ;
Love is the work of wrestlers. The one who becomes
a servant of lovers is really a fortunate sovereign.
​Don't ask anyone about Love ; ask Love about Love.
Love is a cloud that scatters pearls.

Be quiet now and wait. It may be that the ocean one, the one we desire so to move into and become, desires us out here on land a little longer, going our sundry roads to the shore.

We may know who we are or we may not. We may be Muslims, Jews or Christians but until our hearts become the mould for every heart we will see only our differences.

For the thirst to possess your love, Is worth my blood a hundred times.

The ear participates, and helps arrange marriages ; the eye has already made love with what it sees.

The eye knows pleasure, delights in the body's shape : the ear hears words that talk about all this.

When hearing takes place, character areas change  ; but when you see, inner areas change.

If all you know about fire is what you have heard see if the fire will agree to cook you !

Certain energies come only when you burn. If you long for belief, sit down in the fire !

When the ear receives subtly ;  it turns into an eye. But if words do not reach the ear in the chest, nothing happens.

There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled.There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled.You feel it, don't you ?

The power of love came into me,  and I became fierce like a lion, then tender like the evening star.

Moonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon ; How much it can fill your room depends on its windows.

Lovers find
secret places inside this violent world where they make transactions with beauty.

​You know what you are ?
You are a manuscript on a divine letter.
You are a mirror reflecting a noble face.
This universe is not outside of you.
Look inside yourself ; everything that you want,
you are already that.

I am the dust in the sunlight, I am the ball of the sun...
I am the mist of morning, the breath of evening...
I am the spark in the stone, the gleam of gold in the metal...

The rose and the nightingale drunk with its fragrance.
I am the chain of being, the circle of the spheres,
The scale of creation, the rise and the fall.
I am what is and is not... I am the soul in all.

You worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less, why do you worry ?
You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.

You try to be faithful And sometimes you're cruel.
You are mine. When, you leave. Without you,
​I can't cope.

And when you take the lead, I become your footstep.
Your absence leaves a void.Without you, I can't cope.

You have disturbed my sleep, You have wrecked my image.
You have set me apart. you, I can't cope.

When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.

When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.
Praise God for those two insomnias ! 
​And the difference between them.

Knock, And He'll open the door Vanish,
And He'll make you shine like the sun Fall,
And He'll raise you to the heavens 

Become nothing,
And He'll turn you into everything.

Everything in the universe is within you.
Ask all from you

​If your guidance is your ego, don't rely on luck for help.
 You sleep during the day and the nights are short. 
By the time you wake up, your life may be over...

​…the work of the (Muslim Sufi) dervish community was to open the heart, explore the mystery of union,to fiercely search for and try to say the truth, and to celebrate the glory and difficulty in being in human incarnation.

There is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and being the noise.

Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye.

Only union with you gives joy. The rest if tearing down one building to put up another.

If I could repeat it, people passing by would be enlightened and go free.

A wealth you cannot imagine flows through you. Do not consider what strangers say. Be secluded in your secret heart-house, that bowl of silence.
Since then, it's been wailing a tender agony of parting, never mentioning the skill that gave it life as a flute

At night,I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.

Like a sculptor, if necessary, carve a friend out of stone. Realize that your inner sight is blind and try to see a treasure in everyone.

Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything 
out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. t 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 grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.

Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. 
They're in each other all along.

I will soothe you and heal you, I will bring you roses.
I too have been covered with thorns.

You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.

Some Hindus have an elephant to show. No one here has 
ever seen an elephant. They bring it at night to a dark room.

No more words. In the name of this place we drink in
with our breathing, stay quiet like a flower. So the night birds 
will start singing.

Let the beauty we love be what we do. 
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

I want to sing like the birds sing,  not worrying about who 
hears or what they think. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.

Oh sky, without me, do not change,
Oh moon, without me, do not shine;
Oh earth, without me, do not grow,
Oh time, without me, do not go.
...Oh, you cannot go, without me.

For without you, I swear, the town Has become like
a prison to me. Distraction and the mountain 

And the desert, all I desire.
I was dead, then alive. 
Weeping, then laughing.

When you do things from your soul, 
you feel a river moving in you.

​Ignore those that make you fearful and sad,that degrade you back towards disease and death. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation.  Be notorious.

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, 
but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.

Link of yourself as a citizen of the Universe. You think you belong to this world of dust and matter.Out of this dust you
have created a personal image, and have forgotten about the essence of your true origin.

The world's flattery and hypocrisy is a sweet morsel : 

eat less of it, for it is full of fire. Its fire is hidden while its taste is manifest, but its smoke becomes visible in the end.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart and made it a hundred times more beautiful.

Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing there is
a field. I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full
​to talk about.

If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be
polished ?

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking 

for you, not knowing how blind that was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. 

They're in each other all along.

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

What you seek is seeking you. You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life ?

Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.

Dance, when you're broken open.
Dance, if you've torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance when you're perfectly free.

The rose's rarest essence lives in the thorns.

I want to see you. Know your voice. Recognize you when you first come round the corner. Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left.
Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you.

Each of us touches one place and understands the whole in that way. The palm and the fingers feeling in the dark  are how the senses explore the reality of the elephant.

Be like the sun for grace and mercy.
Be like the night to cover others' faults.
Be like running water for generosity.
Be like death for rage and anger.
Be like the Earth for modesty.

I cannot sleep in your presence.
In your absence, tears prevent me.
You watch me My Beloved.
On each sleepless night and
Only You see the difference.

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 all ! Even if they're a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful ​for whomever comes, because  each has been sent as a guide from beyond.
​​You try to be faithful
And sometimes you re cruel.
You are mine.
Then, you leave.
Without you, I can't cope.

And when you take the lead,
I become your footstep.
Your absence leaves a void.
Without you, I can't cope.

You have disturbed my sleep,
You have wrecked my image.
You have set me apart.
Without you, I can't cope.

​He said,
"Who is at my door ?"
I said,
"Your humble servant."
He said,
"What business do you have ?"
I said,
"To greet you, 0 Lord."

He said,
"How long will you journey on ?"
I said,
"Until you stop me."
He said,
"How long will you boil in the fire ?"
I said,
"Until I am pure.

"This is my oath of love.
For the sake of love
I gave up wealth and position."

He said,
"You have pleaded your case
but you have no witness."
I said,
"My tears are my witness;
the pallor of my face is my proof.'
He said, 

"Your witness has no credibility;
your eyes are too wet to see."
I said,
"By the splendor of your justice
my eyes are clear and faultless."

He said,

 "What do you seek ?"
I said,
"To have you as my constant friend."
He said,
"What do you want from me ?"
I said,
​ "Your abundant grace."

He said,
"Who was your companion on the 'journey ?

I said,
"The thought of you, 0 King."
He said,
"What called you here ?"
I said,
"The fragrance of your wine."

He said,
"What brings you the most fulfillment ?"
I said,
"The company of the Emperor."
He said,
"What do you find there?"
I said,
"A hundred miracles."
He said,
"Why is the palace deserted ?"
I said,
"They all fear the thief."
He said,
"Who is the thief ?"
I said,
"The one who keeps me from -you.

He said,
"Where is there safety ?"

I said,
"In service and renunciation."
He said,
"What is there to renounce?"
I said,
"The hope of salvation."

He said,
"Where is there calamity ?"
I said,
"In the presence of your love."
He said,
"How do you benefit from this life ?"
I said,
​"By keeping true to myself

Now it is time for silence.
If I told you about His true essence
You would fly from your self and be gone,
and neither door nor roof could hold you back !

  In the Arms of the Beloved

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