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Rumi Quotes - Page 66

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Whoever finds love beneath hurt and grief disappears into emptiness with a thousand new disguises

Whoever finds love beneath hurt and grief disappears into emptiness with a thousand new disguises

Hurt, Grief, Finding Love

The soul lives there in the silent breath.

Soul, Soul Life, Silent

Hear from the heart wordless mysteries.

Heart, Mystery

In the silence between your heartbeat bides a summons. Do you hear it? Name it if you must, or leave it forever nameless, but why pretend it is not there?

Names, Silence, Forever

Your kindness cannot be said. You open doors in the sky. You ease the heart and make God's qualities visible.

Kindness, Heart, Doors

Your eyes are even smaller, yet they behold the world.

Eye, World, Sufi Wisdom

The fluteplayer puts breath into a flute, and who makes the music? Not the flute. The Fluteplayer!

Flutes, Breaths

Rumi (2015). “Selected Poems”, p.217, Penguin UK

Without you the instruments would die. One sits close beside you. Another takes a long kiss. The tambourine begs, Touch my skin so I can be myself. Let me feel you enter each limb bone by bone, that what died last night can be whole today. Why live some soberer way, and feel you ebbing out? I won't do it. Either give me enough wine or leave me alone, now that I know how it is to be with you in constant conversation.

Wine, Kissing, Night

Lovers think they are looking for each other, but there is only one search: wandering This world is wandering that, both inside one transparent sky. In here there is no dogma and no heresy.

Thinking, Sky, World

Jalāl al-Dīn Rūmī (Maulana), Jelaluddin Rumi, Kabir Helminski, Andrew Harvey (2005). “The Rumi Collection: An Anthology of Translations of Mevlâna Jalâluddin Rumi”, p.7, Shambhala Publications

Love rests on no foundation. It is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end.

Life, Ocean, Foundation

"Hush Don't Say Anything to God". Book by Rumi, translated by Shahram Shiva, 1999.

Tis easy to break an idol, very easy: to regard the self as easy to subdue is folly, folly.

Self, Idols, Easy

Don't insist on going where you think you want to go. Ask the way to the spring.

Spring, Thinking, Want

Rumi (2014). “'Another city'. a selectionf of poems from the Persian”, p.107, Lulu.com

Either give me more wine or leave me alone.

Inspirational, Spiritual, Wine

What can I do my friends, if I do not know? I am neither Christian nor Jew, nor Muslim nor Hindu. What can I do? What can I do? Not of the East, nor of the West, Nor of the land, nor of the sea, Not of nature's essence, nor of circling heavens. What could I be?

Christian, Sea, Land

Love asks us to enjoy our life For nothing good can come of death. Who is alive? I ask. Those who are born of love. Seek us in love itself, Seek love in us ourselves. Sometimes I venerate love, Sometimes it venerates me.

Alive, Sometimes, Born

What does this patch-sewing mean you ask? Eating and drinking. The heavy cloak of the body is always getting torn. You patch it with food and other ego-satisfactions.

Drinking, Mean, Ego

Whosoever knoweth the power of the dance, dwelleth in God.

Dance, Dancing, Just Dance

No 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.

Spiritual, Crazy, Home

Let your throat-song be clear and strong enough to make an emperor fall full-length suppliant, at the door.

Song, Strong, Fall

Rumi (2015). “Selected Poems”, p.304, Penguin UK

Everything has to do with loving and not loving.

Love

Your heart mirrors not His love, Rusty with your sins it is, Remove this rust and you shall Perceive how Glorious He is.

Wisdom, Islamic, Heart

Where, with your one rose you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?

Garden, Rose, Vision

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi, “The Seed Market”

THIS 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 can’t 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 won’t help. Soul, heart, self. Beyond and within those is one saying, How long before I’m free of this torture!

Ocean, Heart, Love Is

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.

Music, Echoes, Mountain

Rumi (2014). “'Another city'. a selectionf of poems from the Persian”, p.39, Lulu.com

I was a tiny bug. Now a mountain. I was left behind. Now honored at the head. You healed my wounded hunger and anger, and made me a poet who sings about joy.

Spiritual, Joy, Growth

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