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Rumi Quotes - Page 71

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What is a tiny insignificant seed that, when Spring arrives, It should not be annihilated for a tree to arrive.

What is a tiny insignificant seed that, when Spring arrives, It should not be annihilated for a tree to arrive.

Spring, Tree, Tiny

We are the mirror - As well as the face in it.

Mirrors, Faces, Wells

Rumi (2015). “Selected Poems”, p.148, Penguin UK

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.

Life, Love Is, Intuition

Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī, Rumi (2015). “Collected Poetical Works of Rumi (Delphi Classics)”, p.473, Delphi Classics

Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.

Hands, Balance, Would Be

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi, “Your Grief....”

Shams, my body is a candle touched with fire.

Fire, Body, Touched

Jelaluddin Rumi (2005). “The Rumi Collection”, p.111, Shambhala Publications

Earth tries to work sorcery on us, saying Tomorrow, Tomorrow, but we outwit that spell by enjoying this now.

Trying, Sorcery, Earth

We should ask God to help us toward manners. Inner gifts do not find their way to creatures without just respect.

Respect, Way, Helping

Jalāl al-Dīn Rūmī (Maulana), Jelaluddin Rumi, Kabir Helminski, Andrew Harvey (2005). “The Rumi Collection: An Anthology of Translations of Mevlâna Jalâluddin Rumi”, p.122, Shambhala Publications

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.

Spiritual, Knows

Rumi (2015). “Selected Poems”, p.29, Penguin UK

Let the beauty we love do what we do.

Rumi (2015). “Selected Poems”, p.67, Penguin UK

Daylight, full of small dancing particles. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?

Dancing, Ears, Daylight

The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

Heart, Eye, Two

Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi (2008). “The Pocket Rumi”, p.10, Shambhala Publications

And patience flees my heart, And reason flees my mind. Oh, how drunk can I get to be, Without your love's security?

Heart, Drunk, Mind

Oh lovers, where are you going? Who are you looking for? Your beloved is right here.

Lovers, Beloved

I drank water from your spring and felt the current take me.

Spring, Water, Currents

Rumi (2015). “Selected Poems”, p.143, Penguin UK

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

Life, Sea, Long

The Ripe FigNow that You live here in my chest,anywhere we sit is a mountaintop.And those other images,which have enchanted peoplelike porcelain dolls from China,which have made men and women weepfor centuries, even those have changed now.What used to be pain is a lovely benchwhere we can rest under the roses.A left hand has become a right.A dark wall, a window.A cushion in a shoe heel,the leader of the community!Now silence. What we sayis poison to someand nourishing to others.What we say is a ripe fig,but not every bird that flieseats figs.

Love, Pain, Wall

Tree limbs rise and fall like the ecstatic arms of those who have submitted to the mystical life. Leaf sounds talk together like poets making fresh metaphors.

Fall, Tree, Together

Someone who goes with a half a loaf of bread to a small place that fits like a nest around him, someone who wants no more, who is not himself longed for by anyone else. He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.

Half, Letters, Nests

I cannot sleep in your presence In your absence, tears prevent me you watch me my beloved on each sleepiness night and Only you see the difference

Sleep, Night, Differences

Even though in the world you are the most learned scholar of the time, Behold the vanishing of this world and this time!

World, Vanishing, Awareness

Since Love has made ruins of my heart The sun must come and illumine them. Such generosity has broken me with shame.

Spiritual, Heart, Generosity

How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you are always flying off to blue perfection? Where will you plant your grief seeds? Workers need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire.

Spiritual, Grief, Blue

You run back and forth listening for unusual events, peering into the faces of travelers. "Why are you looking at me like a madman?" I have lost a friend. Please forgive me.

Running, Forgive Me, Forgiving

I want to say words that flame as I say them, but I keep quiet and don't try to make both words fit in one mouthful.

Flames, Trying, Want

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.

Sunrise, Rubies, World

"Head and Heart: A Personal Exploration of Science and the Sacred". Book by Victor Mansfield, 2002.

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