When someone mentions the gracefulness of the night sky, climb up on the roof and dance and say, like this?
Wash the dust from your SOUl and HEART with wisdom's WATER.
There is a basket of fresh bread on your head, yet you go door to door asking for crusts.
I looked in temples churches and mosques. But I found the Divine within my heart.
Someone who goes with a half a loaf of bread to a small place that fits like a nest around him, someone who wants no more, who is not himself longed for by anyone else. He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.
If God said, 'Rumi pay homage to everything that has helped you enter my arms,' there would not be one experience of my life, not one thought, not one feeling, nor any act, I would not bow to.