My heart rushes into the garden, joyfully tasting all the delights. But reason frowns, disapproving of the heart's bad manners.
RumiLove is that flame that once kindled burns everything, and only the mystery and the journey remain.
RumiI said, O Love, tell me this: Does the Lord know you are treating me this way? Love said to me, yes He does, just be totallyโฆ totallyโฆ silent
RumiEveryone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.
RumiFrom myself I am copper, through you, friend, I am gold. From myself Iโm a stone, but through you, I am a gem!
RumiAn 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. 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. A lover is always accused of something. But when he finds his love, whatever was lost in the looking comes back completely changed.
RumiMy friend, you thought you lost Him; that all your life you've been separated from Him. Filled with wonder, you've always looked outside for Him, and haven't searched within your own house.
RumiSince Love has made ruins of my heart The sun must come and illumine them. Such generosity has broken me with shame.
RumiYesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.
RumiAngels dance only with You, Beloved and only before You do I bow in adoration. You may accept me or not but I will be at your feet forever.
RumiThe Water said to the dirty one, โCome here.โ The dirty one said, โI am too ashamed.โ The water replied, โHow will your shame be washed away without me?
RumiThis world is in deep trouble, from top to bottom. But it can be swiftly healed by the balm of love.
RumiNo longer a stranger, you listen all day to these crazy love-words. Like a bee you fill hundreds of homes with honey, though yours is a long flight from here.
RumiYour hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.
RumiI wonder from these thousand of "me's", which one am I? Listen to my cry, do not drown my voice I am completely filled with the thought of you. Don't lay broken glass on my path I will crush it into dust. I am nothing, just a mirror in the palm of your hand, reflecting your kindness, your sadness, your anger. If you were a blade of grass or a tiny flower I will pitch my tent in your shadow. Only your presence revives my withered heart. You are the candle that lights the whole world and I am an empty vessel for your light. Rumi - "Hidden Music
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