Rumi Quotations | Page 5

Neither this body am I, nor soul, Nor these fleeting images passing by, Nor concepts and thoughts, mental images, Nor yet sentiments and the psyche's labyrinth. Who then am I? A consciousness without origin, Not born in time, nor begotten here below. I am that which was, is and ever shall be, A jewel in the crown of the Divine Self, A star in the firmament of the luminous One.

The day you were born, a ladder was set up to help you escape this world...

I am a bird of God's garden and I do not belong to this dusty world For a day or two they have put me here in this cage of my own body I did not come here of my own I will not return of my own to my own country.

I was there in the beginning and I was the spirit of love.

War, like children's fights, are meaningless, pitiless, and contemptible.

She loved him so much she concealed his name in many phrases, the inner meanings known only to her.

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!

In Winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep Work covertly, preparing for their Spring.

Whoever is loved is beautiful, but the opposite is not true, that whoever is beautiful is loved.

Stop looking for something out there and begin seeing within.

Except for Love, nothing you see will remain forever.

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

The glance of Love is crystal clear.

True beauty is a ray That springs from the sacred depths of the soul, and illuminates the body, just as life springs from the kernel of a stone and gives colour and scent to a flower.

When the rose is gone and the garden faded you will no longer hear the nightingale's song. The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil. The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing. If love withholds its strengthening care, the lover is left like a bird without care, the lover is left like a bird without wings. How will I be awake and aware if the light of the Beloved is absent? Love wills that this Word be brought forth.

If you desire healing, let yourself fall ill let yourself fall ill.

I am a child whose teacher is LOVE surely my master won't let me grow to be a fool.

When a man makes up a story for his child, he becomes a father and a child together, listening.

If your knowledge of fire has been turned to certainty by words alone, then seek to be cooked by the fire itself. Don't abide in borrowed certainty. There is no real certainty until you burn; if you wish for this, sit down in the fire.

Your acts of kindness are iridescent wings of divine love, which linger and continue to uplift others long after your sharing.

I sail with you on the ocean of my dreams to a far away distant Place of great beauty and tranquility. where suffering and pain do not exist, where we give praises for our joy and happiness, where our Love interwines with Love for all things.

What strange beings we are! That sitting in hell at the bottom of the dark, we're afraid of our own immortality.

We began as mineral. We emerged into plant life, and into the animal state, and then into being human, and always we have forgotten our former states, except in early spring when we slightly recall being green again.

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

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.

A new moon teaches gradualness and deliberation and how one gives birth to oneself slowly. Patience with small details makes perfect a large work, like the universe. What nine months of attention does for an embryo forty early mornings will do for your gradually growing wholeness

In the orchard and rose garden I long to see your face. In the taste of Sweetness I long to kiss your lips. In the shadows of passion I long for your love.

You think of yourself as a citizen of the universe. You think you belong to this world of dust and matter. Out of this dust you have created a personal image, and have forgotten about the essence of your true origin

Pale sunlight, pale the wall. Love moves away. The light changes I need more grace than I thought.

I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.

If there were no way into God, I would not have lain in the grave of this body so long.

There is little one can say about love. It has to be lived, and it's always in motion.

Keep your intelligence white hot and your grief glistening“ so your life will stay fresh.

Like a sculptor, if necessary, carve a friend out of stone. Realize that your inner sight is blind and try to see a treasure in everyone.

Body is not veiled from soul, neither soul from body, Yet no man hath ever seen a soul.

Hear this if you can: If you want to reach him You have to go beyond yourself And when you finally arrive at the land of absence Be silent Don’t say a thing Ecstasy, not words, is the language spoken there

Here is a relationship booster that is guaranteed to work: Every time your spouse or lover says something stupid make your eyes light up as if you just heard something brilliant.

A wealth you cannot imagine flows through you. Do not consider what strangers say. Be secluded in your secret heart-house, that bowl of silence.

This mirror inside me shows. I can’t say what, but I can’t not know. I run from body. I run from spirit. I do not belong anywhere.

I'm in love! Your advice, what are they? Love has poisoned me! Your remedies, what are they? I hear them shout: "fast, Bind him feet!" But if my heart that has gone mad! Those strings on my feet What is the point?

You are the Essence of the Essence, The intoxication of Love. I long to sing Your Praises but stand mute with the agony of wishing in my heart !

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

Each has to enter the nest made by the other imperfect bird.

This is how I would die into the love I have for you: As pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight.

Don’t wait any longer. Dive in the ocean, Leave and let the sea be you.

There are no edges to my loving now.

Do you pay regular visits to yourself? Don't argue or answer rationally. Let us die, and dying, reply.

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?

When soul rises Into lips You feel the kiss You have wanted

There’s a morning when presence comes over your soul. You sing like a rooster in your earth-colored shape. Your heart hears and, no longer frantic, begins to dance.

Lovers move like lightning and wind. No contest. Theologians mumble, rumble-dumble, necessity and free will, while lover and beloved pull themselves into each other.

Love is an open secret, the most obvious thing in the world and the most hidden, with no why to how it keeps its mystery.

The feelings trembled and flapped in his chest like a bird newly put in a cage.

A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.

If you are seeking, seek us with joy For we live in the kingdom of joy. Do not give your heart to anything else But to the love of those who are clear joy, Do not stray into the neighborhood of despair. For there are hopes: they are real, they exist – Do not go in the direction of darkness – I tell you: suns exist.

Peaceful is the one who's not concerned with having more or less. Unbound by name and fame, he is free from sorrow from the world and mostly from himself.

Be motivated like the falcon, hunt gloriously. Be magnificent as the leopard, fight to win. Spend less time with nightingales and peacocks. One is all talk, the other only color.

No one can tell if I’m laughing or weeping. I wonder myself.

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.

When you reach the bottom of the well of your own nature, then you will know that the vileness was from yourself.

There goes a river dragging an ocean behind it.

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

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

Bring the pure wine of love and freedom. But sir, a tornado is coming. More wine, we'll teach this storm A thing or two about whirling.

All because of love when it arrived my temporal life from then on changed to eternal

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

Every need brings in what's needed. Pain bears its cure like a child.

This is enough was always true. We just haven't seen it.

Your name is upon my tongue your image is in my sight your memory is in my heart where can I send these words that I write ?

Come to the Root of the Root of your Self

Don't be the rider who gallops all nightand never sees the horse that is beneath him

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

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

There's no need to travel anywhere. Journey within yourself.

Lamps are different, but light is the same.

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

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

When you're traveling, ask the traveler for advice / not someone whose lameness keeps him in one place.

Lo, for I to myself am unknown, now in God's name what must I do?

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

What I had thought of before as God, I met today in a human being.

The Heart that is not in love will fail the test.

The body is not hidden from the soul, nor is the soul hidden from the body, and yet the soul is not for everyone to see.

The Soul is a stranger trying to find a Home somewhere that is not a where.

The body itself is to reveal the light that's blazing inside your Presence.

The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw blown off into emptiness.

Don't see yourself as a body of clay; See yourself as a mirror reflecting the divine beauty.

Turning toward what you deeply love saves you

How do I know who I am or where I am? How could a single wave locate itself in an ocean.

You show your worth by what you seek.

How can you ever hope to know the Beloved Without becoming in every cell the Lover?

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

When water is still like a mirror it can behold the Moon.

Whenever Beauty looks, Love is also there.

When we talk about GOD, we’re like a school of fish, discussing the possible existence of the sea.

Empathy is even better than talking in one language

The quieter we become, the more we can hear.

The radiant one in me has never said a word...

O, Great Spirit, open my eyes, open heart's wings, open my ears to your voice in all things.

You are not one you are a Thousand. Just Light your Lantern.