I honor those who try to rid themselves of any lying, who empty the self and have only clear being there.
RumiTHIS TORTURE Why should we tell you our love stories when you spill them together like blood in the dirt? Love is a pearl lost on the ocean floor, or a fire we canโt see, but how does saying that push us through the top of the head into the light above the head? Love is not an iron pot, so this boiling energy wonโt help. Soul, heart, self. Beyond and within those is one saying, How long before Iโm free of this torture!
RumiEvery moment a taste of that beauty in our mouths, another stashed in a pocket. Impossible to say what: no cypress so handsome, no sunlight, a lonely hiddenness. Other pleasure gathers a crowd, starts a fight, lots of noise there. But soul beauty stays quiet..his amazing whereabouts unknown inside my heart.
Rumi