Your name is upon my tongue your image is in my sight your memory is in my heart where can I send these words that I write ?
RumiThe morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it's gone.
RumiI cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks.
RumiDon't put blankets over the drum! Open completely. Let your spirit ear listen to the green dome's passionate murmur.
RumiMake everything in you an ear, each atom of your being, and you will hear at every moment what the Source is whispering to you...you are -we all are-the beloved of the beloved, and in every moment, in every event of your life , the Beloved is whispering to you exactly what you need to hear and know. Who can ever explain this miracle? It simply is.
Rumi