Love is the ark appointed for the righteous,
Which annuls the danger and provides a way of escape.
Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.
Cleverness is mere opinion, bewilderment intuition.
Reason is like an officer when the King appears;
The officer then loses his power and hides himself.
Reason is the shadow cast by God; God is the sun.
This is what is signified by the words Anā l-Ḥaqq, "I am God." People imagine that it is a presumptuous claim, whereas it is really a presumptuous claim to say Ana 'l-'abd, "I am the slave of God"; and Anā l-Ḥaqq, "I am God" is an expression of great humility. The man who says Ana 'l-'abd, "I am the servant of God" affirms two existences, his own and God's, but he that says Anā l-Ḥaqq, "I am God" has made himself non-existent and has given himself up and says "I am God", that is, "I am naught, He is all; there is no being but God's." This is the extreme of humility and self-abasement.
Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his heart, and that depends upon how much he has polished it.
Whoever has polished it more sees more — more unseen forms become manifest to him.
I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal,
I died as animal and I was Man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar
With angels blest; but even from angelhood
I must pass on: all except God doth perish.
When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,
I shall become what no mind e'er conceived.
Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existence
Proclaims in organ tones, To Him we shall return.
Come, come, whoever you are.
Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving — it doesn't matter,
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow a hundred times,
Come, come again, come.
Little by little, wean yourself. This is the gist of what I have to say. From an embryo, whose nourishment comes in the blood, move to an infant drinking milk, to a child on solid food, to a searcher after wisdom, to a hunter of more invisible game.
Think how it is to have a conversation with an embryo. You might say, "The world outside is vast and intricate. There are wheatfields and mountain passes, and orchards in bloom. At night there are millions of galaxies, and in sunlight the beauty of friends dancing at a wedding."
You ask the embryo why he, or she, stays cooped up in the dark with eyes closed. Listen to the answer.
There is no "other world." I only know what I've experienced. You must be hallucinating.
Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.
I am so happy, I cannot be contained in the world;
But like a spirit, I am hidden from the eyes of the world.
If the foot of the trees were not tied to earth, they would be pursuing me;
For I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.
The men of God are like fishes in the ocean; they pop up into view on the surface here and there and everywhere, as they please.
He whose intellect overcomes his desire is higher than the angels; he whose desire overcomes his intellect is less than an animal.
The fault is in the one who blames. Spirit sees nothing to criticize.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
He says, "There’s nothing left of me.
I’m like a ruby held up to the sunrise.
Is it still a stone, or a world
made of redness? It has no resistance
to sunlight."
This is how Hallaj said, I am God,
and told the truth!
The ruby and the sunrise are one.
Be courageous and discipline yourself.
Completely become hearing and ear, and wear this sun-ruby as an earring.
I want a heart which is split, part by part, because of the pain of separation from God, so that I might explain my longing and complaint to it.
You were born with wings. Why prefer to crawl through life?
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As everything
changes overnight,
I praise
the breaking of promises.
Whatever Love
wants, it gets,
not next year, now!
I swear by the one
who never says
tomorrow,
as the circle
of the moon
refuses to sell
installments
of light.
It gives
all it has.
From Heaven, the Starry Spheres, the void, you will receive, continually, hundreds of impressions. Why do I say impressions? I mean; the direct Vision of God.
Polish your Heart
and you'll soar
above all color
and perfume;
you will contemplate
Beauty ceaselessly;
you will abandon
the form
and rind of
consciousness,
and unfurl
the flag
of Certainty.
When the forms
of the
Eight Paradises
flame out,
you will know
your Heart's tablets
are receptive.
You are looking for God. That is the problem. The God in you is the one who looks.
The nightingale bestows a definite desire.
There is an ocean and there is a bridge.
There are two or three numbered days.
I am none of those.
I am more the way you are,
flowers opening,
and the soul in silence,
but something in YOU will not let ME keep quiet.
Come,
like a real dervish,
and dance among us,
Don't joke,
don't boast
I am already present.
In the center
of your house
I am like a pillar,
On your rooftop
I bow my head
like a gutter.
I turn
like a cup
in the heart
of your assembly;
In the thick
of your battles,
I strike
like an arrow.
When I give
my life
for yours,
what Grace
descends!
Each life
I give
gives you
a thousand
new
worlds!
Like a dream
that flows
from heart
to heart,
I, too,
flow continually
through all hearts.
Everything you think,
I know;
Your heart
is so close
to mine.
I have other symbols,
even more I intimate,
Come closer
still,
dare
to invoke
them.
Come, come, whoever you are.
Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving.
It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, yet again, come, come.
- Inscribed on Rumi's Shrine in Konya, Turkey
A spirit that lives in this world
and does not wear the shirt of love,
such an existence is a deep disgrace.
Be foolishly in love, because love is
all there is.
There is no way into presence
except through a love exchange.
If someone asks, But what is love?
answer, Dissolving the will.
True freedom comes to those
who have escaped the questions
of freewill and fate.
The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of love.
This dance of light,
This sacred blessing,
This divine love,
beckons us
to a world beyond
only lovers can see
with their eyes of fiery passion.
They are the chosen ones
who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light
now they are the radiant sun.
They have left behind
the world of deceitful games.
They are the privileged lovers
who create a new world
with their eyes of burning passion.
In this house,
there are
thousands of corpses
You sit and say:
"Here is my kingdom."
A handful of dust moans
"I was hair."
Another handful whispers:
"I was bones."
Another cries:
"I was old."
Yet another:
"I was young."
Another shouts:
"Stop where you are!
Stop!
Don't you know
who I am!
You sit
destroyed,
astounded,
and then suddenly
Love appears.
"Come closer still,"
Love says,
"it is I,
Eternal Life."
We are a warm spell that comes in a relentless winter.
We are the sun, with all the different kinds of light.
We are the wind.
Doves, when they call coo, where they are looking for us.
Nightingales and parrots change their perches, hoping to be near us.
Fish, they swerved and leapt!
Waves from that stirring keep coming in.
The soul has been given its own ears,
to hear things the mind does not understand.
we have come out of slavery with bales of sugar cane,
no need to mention Egypt.
The sweetness of how we talk together
is what we crush and bring to the world.
Your soul
is so close
to mine
I know
what you
dream.
Friends
scan each other's
depths;
Would I
be a Friend,
if I didn't?
A Friend
is a mirror
of clear water;
I see my gains
in you,
and
my losses.
Suddenly the drunken sweetheart appeared out of my door.
She drank a cup of ruby wine and sat by my side.
Seeing and holding the lockets of her hair
My face became all eyes, and my eyes all hands.
When an image brushes against You, it returns the Sun’s Rays like a Mirror.
Do not grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
My words
become drunk
through one
of Your qualities,
Stagger
a thousand
times
between tongue
and heart,
heart and
tongue.
My words
are drunk,
my heart
is drunk,
and Your images
are drunk –
They all
pile up
on top of
each other,
and just
gaze.
When
Your image
dances
into
My Heart
How many
drunken images
seethe
along
with it!
They whirl
around
Your image,
Your moon-like
splendor whirling
at the center.
When
an image
brushes against
You,
it returns
the Sun’s Rays
like a Mirror.
Shatter open
my skull,
pour in it
the wine
of madness!
Let me be mad,
as mad as You,
mad with You,
with us.
Beyond
the sanity
of fools
is a burning desert
Where Your Sun
is whirling
in every atom;
drag me there,
Beloved,
drag me there,
let me roast
in Perfection!
Your face is the light in here
That makes my arms full of gentleness.
The beginning of a monthlong holiday,
the disc of the full moon, the shade of your hair,
these draw me in.
I dive deep into the pool of a mountain river,
folded into union,
as the split second
when the bat meets the ball
and there is one cry between us.
O,
sudden
Resurrection!
O,
boundless,
endless,
compassion!
You,
who set the Bush
of the Mind
on Fire
Have come
at last,
key to this
vast prison,
You Blaze
among
the poverty-stricken
like Gold,
Chamberlain
of the
Sun,
Heart
of All
Hope.
Lovers, it is time
for the taste of fire.
Let sadness and your fears of death
sit in the corner and sulk.
The sky itself reels with love.
There is one being inside
all of us, one peace.
Poet, let every word tremble its wind bell.
Nothingness,
through You,
births these songs
of pure passion,
Time's darkness
is adorned
with their luminous
tears.
Cupbearer!
Never forget us!
Fill the worlds
with your breath!
Archangel of the Heart,
make clay and water live!
Breathe into our ears
the Divine Breath of Love!
Blow on us,
separate us,
Send grief
to grief,
and joy
to joy
So mind sinks back
to mind,
and the Heart
Soars to Heaven!
Drink all your passion,
and be a disgrace.
Close both eyes
to see with the other eye.
Open your hands,
if you want to be held.
Sit down in this circle.
Show
Your Beauty,
Moon of God,
So friends
and enemies
can witness it
With
whitened faces
and eyes dark
with tears.
Grief
and longing
make all men
groan:
"Save us
from the agony
this tyrant inflicts
Beautiful
and terrible
as a dragon!"
You have
made grief's lute
sing out.
Come! Take a pick-axe
And break apart
Your stony self.
The heart’s matrix
is glutted with rubies.
Springs of laughter
are buried in your breast.
Unstop the wine jar
Batter down the door
to the treasury
of nonexistence.
The water in your jug
is brackish and low.
Smash the jug
and come to the river!
You are the comfort of my soul in the season of sorrow, You are the wealth of my spirit in the heartbreak of loss, The unimaginable the unknowable, that is what you give my soul when it moves in your direction ... Inside me a hundred beings are putting their fingers to their lips and saying, "That's enough for now. Shhhhh." Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river.
From
the King's hand
comes to me
directly
The cup
...and jar
of Eternal
Wine
The source
of the sun
itself
begs me
for a mouthful.
I am silent,
my throat
is sick,
you go on
talking
if you have
to.
I wave
my hands
like leaves,
I whirl
dancing
...like the moon;
My turning
may seem
earthly,
but it is purer,
far purer,
Than the turning
of all the spheres
of Heaven.
The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,
they're in each other all along.
Without destroying me,
how could He pour me
this treasure?
He had to throw me
to the waves
or Love's Sea
to sweep me
away.
What can the man
of words guess
of the sweetness
of silence?
What can
the arid heart
know of always-flowing
freshness?
I am the mirror,
I am the mirror,
I am not a man
of words –
You'll know
my spiritual state
when your ears
become gaze.
Dissolver of sugar,
dissolve me if this is the time.
Do it gently with the touch of a hand,
or a look.
Every morning I wait at dawn.
That is when it has happened before.
Or do it suddenly like an execution.
How else can I be ready for this death.
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This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
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Love is the ark appointed for the righteous,
Which annuls the danger and provides a way of escape.
Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment. Cleverness is mere opinion, bewilderment is intuition.
I died as a mineral and became a plant, I died as plant and rose to animal, I died as animal and I was Man. Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.
Come even though you have broken your vows a thousand times, Come, and come yet again. Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
I want a heart which is split, part by part, because of the pain of separation from God, so that I might explain my longing and complaint to it.
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.
The lion who breaks the enemy's ranks is a minor hero compared to the lion who overcomes himself.
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Whoever gives reverence receives reverence.
If you wish to shine like day, burn up the night of self-existence. Dissolve in the Being who is everything.
What is the body? That shadow of a shadow of your love, that somehow contains the entire universe.
There is a community of the spirit Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise.
There is no reality but God, says the completely surrendered sheik, who is an ocean for all beings.
I can't stop pointing to the beauty. Every moment and place says, "Put this design in your carpet!"
Gamble everything for love, if you are a true human being.
Every object and being in the universe is a jar overflowing with wisdom and beauty, a drop of the Tigris that cannot be contained by any skin.
Good and bad are mixed. If you don't have both,you don't belong with us.
Learn from Ali how to fight without your ego participating.
God's lion did nothing that didn't originate from his deep center.
This that we are now ... The human body and the universe grew from this, not this from the universe and the human body.
Do not grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Don't claim them. Feel the artistry moving through, and be silent.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there.
Are you fleeing from Love because of a single humiliation?
What do you know of Love except the name?
Love has a hundred forms of pride and disdain,
and is gained by a hundred means of persuasion.
Come, seek, for search is the foundation of fortune: every success depends upon focusing the heart.
That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.
To Love is to reach God.
Love rests on no foundation. It is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end.
My head is bursting with the joy of the unknown.
This is a gathering of Lovers. In this gathering there is no high, no low, no smart, no ignorant ,no special assembly, no grand discourse, no proper schooling required...
Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me. Be silent.
Even if you lose yourself in wrath for a hundred thousand years, at the end you will discover, it is me, who is the culmination of your dreams.
Didn't I tell you?
They will accuse you of all the wrongdoings, they will call you ugly names, they will make you forget it is me, who is the source of your happiness.
The branch might seem like the fruit's origin: In fact, the branch exist because of the fruit.
Rumi
Jalal al-Din Muhammad Rumi or مولانا جلال الدين محمد بلخى Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Balkhi (30 September 1207 – 17 December 1273) was a Persian philosopher, theologian, poet, teacher, and founder of the Mevlevi (or Mawlawi) order of Sufism; also known as Mevlana (Our Guide), Jalaluddin Rumi, or simply Rumi.
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