Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you; Don't go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want; Don't go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Don't go back to sleep.

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.

Protect yourself......from your own thoughts.

Idolatry is when you're stuck in forms.

Every bird will follow it's specie.

Reality is blocked by form and image.

Be with those who help your being. Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breath
comes cold out of their mouths.

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

I've said before that every craftsman searches for what's not there to practice his craft.

Drink from the presence of saints, not from those other jars.

Any wine will get you high. Judge like a king, and choose the purest, the ones unadulterated with fear, or some urgency about "what's needed."

There are thousands of wines that can take over our minds. Don't think all ecstasies are the same!

The garden of Love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow and joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

Inside this new love, die. Your way begins on the other side. Become the sky, Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape. Walk out like someone suddenly born into color. Do it now.

One day You will take my heart completely and make it more fiery than a dragon. Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.

A generous friend gives life for a friend let's rise above this animalistic behavior and be kind to one another.

Come on sweetheart let's adore one another before there is no more of you and me.

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep.

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

Roar, Lion of the Heart, and tear me open!

Knowing that conscious decisions and personal memory are much too small a place to live, every human being streams at night into the loving nowhere, or during the day, in some absorbing work.

Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope, free of mountainous wanting.

Faith in the king comes easily in lovely times, but be faithful now and endure, pale lover.

Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.

We Are ALL The Same
Listen to the reeds as they sway apart;
Hear them speak of lost friends.
At birth, you were cut from your bed,
Crying and grasping in separation.
Everyone listens, knowing your song.
You yearn for others who know your name,
And the words to your lament.
We are all the same, all the same,
Longing to find our way back;
Back to the one, back to the only one.

Open to me, so that I may open.
Provide me your inspiration.
So that I might see mine.

Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call.

They are the privileged lovers who create a new world
with their eyes of fiery passion.

This phantom world gave you false signs
But you turned from the illusion
and journeyed to the land of truth.

The wine of this fleeting world
caused your head to ache.

My longing for you...
keeps me...
in this moment...
My passion...
gives me courage!

I used to read the myths of love
Now I have become
the mythical lover.

Because of your love
I have broken with my past.

They are the chosen ones
who have surrendered.

You have been a prisoner
of a little pond.
I am the ocean
and its turbulent flood.
Come merge with me...
leave this world of ignorance.

You have been hiding so long
aimlessly drifting
in the sea of my love.
Even so.
You have always been
connected to me.
Connected, revealed
in the known
in the unmanifest
I am life itself.

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

They are the privileged lovers
who create a new world
with their eyes of fiery passion.

I walk into a huge pasture
I nurse the milk of millennia.

Our death is our wedding with eternity.

We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee;
We are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.

Until the juice ferments a while in the cask,
it isn't wine.
If you wish your heart to be bright,
you must do a little work.

Feeling lonely and ignoble indicates that you haven't been patient.

The bird of vision is flying towards You with the wings of desire.

God has allowed some magical reversal to occur,
so that you see the scorpion pit
as an object of desire,
and all the beautiful expanse around it,
as dangerous and swarming with snakes.

The armies of the day have chased the army of the night,
Heaven and earth are filled with purity and light.

Oh! joy for he who has escaped from this world of perfumes and color! For beyond these colors and these perfumes, these are other colors in the heart and the soul.

If you are a man of learning, read something classic, a history of the human struggle and don't settle for mediocre verse.

Hungry, you're a dog, angry and bad-natured. having eaten your fill, you become a carcass; you lie down like a wall, senseless. At one time a dog, at another time a carcass, how will you run with lions, or follow the saints?

O tongue you are an endless treasure.
O tongue, you are also an endless disease.

Many of the faults you see in others, dear reader,
are your own nature reflected in them.

The undisciplined man doesn't wrong himself alone--
he sets fire to the whole world.

He whose intellect overcomes his lust is higher than the angels;
he whose lust overcomes his intelligence is less than an animal.

People fancy they are enjoying themselves,
but they are really tearing out their wings
for the sake of an illusion.

People are distracted by objects of desire,
and afterward repent of the lust they've indulged,
because they have indulged with a phantom
and are left even farther from Reality than before.

... Works in mysterious ways. Things may look good outwardly, but there may be evil contained inside. Let no one be deluded by pride that he himself has conceived good ideas or done good deeds. If everything were as it seemed, the Prophet would not have cried out with such illuminated and illuminating perspicacity, "Show me things as they are! You make things appear beautiful when in reality they are ugly; You make things appear ugly when in reality they are beautiful. Show us therefore each thing as it is lest we fall into a snare and be ever errant.

I am amazed at the seeker of purity who when it's time to be polished complains of rough handling.

Consider how wool is turned into an elegantly designed carpet by coming into contact with an intelligent person.

Giving thanks for abundance is sweeter than the abundance itself...

Infinite mercy flows continually.
But you're asleep and can't see it.

If your heart isn't yet illumined
Be awake always, be a seeker of the heart,
Be at war continually with your carnal soul.
But if your heart is already awakened,
Sleep peacefully, sleep in the arms of Love.

If destiny comes to help you,
Love will come to meet you.
A life without love isn't a life.

It is Love and the Lover that live eternally - Don't lend your heart to anything else; all else is borrowed.

There's no cure, except the retreat into love,
For the suffering of subtly afflicted hearts.

Through love the devil becomes an angel.
Through love stones become soft as butter.
Through love grief is like delight.
Through love demons become the servants of God.

Hold on to the reins of Love and don’t be afraid.
Hold on to the real behind the false and don’t be afraid.

You lack a foot to travel?
Then journey into yourself.
And like a mine of rubies
receive the sunbeams print.

Out of yourself such a journey will lead you to your self,
It leads to transformation
of dust into pure gold!

The garden of love is green without limits and yields many fruits other than sorrow and joy. Love is beyond either condition, without spring, without autumn. It is always fresh.

No end, no end to the journey
no end, no end never
become the sky
take an axe to the prison wall,
escape
walk out like someone
suddenly born into color
do it now .

The clear bead at the center changes everything. There are no edges to my loving now.
I've heard it said there's a window that opens from one mind to another, but if there's no wall, there's no need for fitting the window, or the latch.

ONE ONE ONE
The lamps are different. But the Light is the same. So many garish lamps in the dying brain's lamp shop, Forget about them. Concentrate on essence, concentrate on Light. In lucid bliss, calmly smoking off its own hold fire, The Light streams toward you from all things, All people, all possible permutations of good, evil, thought, passion. The lamps are different, But the Light is the same. One matter, one energy, one Light, one Light-mind, Endlessly emanating all things. One turning and burning diamond, One, one, one. Ground yourself, strip yourself down, To blind loving silence. Stay there, until you see You are gazing at the Light With its own ageless eyes.

Students of cunning have consumed their hearts and learned only tricks; they've thrown away real riches: patience, self-sacrifice, generosity. Rich thought opens the way.

Spring Giddiness
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground. The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Don't go back to sleep. I would love to kiss you. The price of kissing is your life. Now my loving is running toward my life shouting, What a bargain, let's buy it. Daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear? All day and night, music, a quiet, bright reedsong. If it fades, we fade.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there.

When soul lies down in that grass, the world's fool to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase "eachother" doesn't make any sense.

Be silent! Be silent! For love behaves contrary to the normal; here the meaning hides itself if you talk too much.

He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, "Live!"

I am burning. If anyone lacks tinder, let him set his rubbish ablaze with my fire.

Listen to the story told by the reed, of being separated. "Since I was cut from the reedbed, I have made this crying sound. Anyone apart from someone he loves understands what I say. Anyone pulled from a source longs to go back. At any gathering I am there, mingling in the laughing and grieving, a friend to each, but few will hear the secrets hidden within the notes. No ears for that. Body flowing out of spirit, spirit up from body: no concealing that mixing. But it's not given us to see the soul. The reed flute is fire, not wind. Be that empty. Hear the love-fire tangled in the reed notes, as bewilderment melts into wine. The reed is a friend to all who want the fabric torn and drawn away. The reed is hurt and salve combining. Intimacy and longing for intimacy, one song. A disastrous surrender, and a fine love, together.

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 vow a thousand times. Come, come yet again, come.

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 attend them 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 whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond...

The time has come to turn your heart into a temple of fire. Your essence is gold hidden in dust. To reveal its splendor you need to burn in the fire of love.

By God, when you see your beauty you will be the idol of yourself.

When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy. When actions come from another section, the feeling disappears.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, 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. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn't make any sense.

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

Drunks fear the police, but the police are drunk too. People in this town love them both like different chess pieces.

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.

In complete control,
Pretending control,
With dignified authority,
We are charlatans…

(Or maybe just a goat's-hair brush in a painter's hand.) We have no idea what we are.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home.

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

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.

The Real Work
There is one thing in this world that you must never forget to do. If you forget everything else and not this, there's nothing to worry about, but if you remember everything else, and forget this, then you will have done nothing in your life.
It's as if a king has sent you to some country to do a task, and you perform a hundred other services, but not the one he sent you to do. So human beings come to this world to do particular work. That work is the purpose, and each is specific to the person. If you don't do it, it's as though a priceless Indian sword were used to slice rotten meat. It's a golden bowl being used to cook turnips, when one filing from the bowl could buy a hundred suitable pots. It's a knife of the finest tempering nailed into a wall to hang things on.
You say, "But look, I'm using the dagger. It's not lying idle."
Do you hear how ludicrous that sounds? For a penny, an iron nail could be bought to serve the purpose. You say, "But I spend my energies on lofty enterprises. I study jurisprudence and philosophy and logic and astronomy and medicine and all the rest." But consider why you do those things. They are all branches of yourself.
Remember the deep root of your being, the presence of your lord. Give your life to the one who already owns your breath and your moments. If you don't, you will be exactly like the man who takes a precious dagger and hammers it into his kitchen wall for a peg to hold his dipper gourd. You'll be wasting valuable keenness and foolishly ignoring your dignity and your purpose.

Since in order to speak, one must first listen, learn to speak by listening.

Be occupied, then, with what you really value and let the thief take something else.

There is no worse sickness for the soul, o you who are proud, than this pretense of perfection.

...one cannot lodge in 'if.'

The middle path is the way to wisdom.

Regard a king as someone unconcerned with kingship.

When the remedy you have offered only increases the disease, then leave him who will not be cured, and tell your story to someone who seeks the truth.

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.

Patience is the key to joy.

Know that a word suddenly shot from the tongue is like an arrow shot from the bow. Son, that arrow won't turn back on its way; you must damn the torrent at its source.

The intelligent want self-control; children want candy.

My friend, the Sufi is the friend of the present moment. To say tomorrow is not our way.

Everything in the universe is a pitcher brimming with wisdom and beauty.

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

The beginning of pride and hatred lies in worldly desire, and the strength of your desire if from habit. When an evil tendency becomes confirmed by habit, rage is triggered when anyone restrains you.

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

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

That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquility.

Conventional opinion is the ruin of our souls.

When your heart becomes the grave of your secrets, that desire of yours will be gained more quickly. The prophet said that anyone who keeps secret his inmost thought will soon attain the object of his desire. When seeds are buried in the earth, their inward secrets become the flourishing garden.

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

You think the shadow is the substance.

Don't allow your animal nature to rule your reason.

O, happy the soul that saw its own faults.

Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.

If thou wilt be observant and vigilant, thou wilt see at every moment the response to thy action. Be observant if thou wouldst have a pure heart, for something is born to thee in consequence of every action.

Cry Out In Your Weakness
A dragon was pulling a bear into its terrible mouth.
A courageous man went and rescued the bear. There are such helpers in the world, who rush to save anyone who cries out. Like Mercy itself, they run toward the screaming.
And they can't be bought off. If you were to ask one of those, "Why did you come so quickly?"
he or she would say, "Because I heard your helplessness."

Where lowland is, that's where water goes.
All medicine wants is pain to cure.
And don't just ask for one mercy.
Let them flood in. Let the sky open under your feet.
Take the cotton out of your ears, the cotton of consolations, so you can hear the sphere-music…

Accept your new good luck.

Give your weakness to one who helps.

Crying out loud and weeping are great resources.
A nursing mother, all she does is wait to hear her child.

Just a little beginning-whimper and she's there.

God created the child, that is, your wanting so that it may cry out, so that milk might come.

Cry out! Don't be stolid and silent with your pain.
Lament!
And let the milk of loving flow into you.

The hard rain and wind are ways the cloud has to take care of us.

Be patient.
Respond to every call
that excites your spirit.

Ignore those that make you fearful and sad,
that degrade you back toward disease and death.

all quotes on this page are by ~ Rumi

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