Rumi, fully Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rumi

Rumi, fully Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rumi

Persian Poet, Jurist, Theologian and Sufi Mystic, Known as “Rumi” meaning “the Roman”

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You and I have spoken all these words, but for the way we have to go, words are no preparation. I have one small drop of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean

You had better run from me. My words are fire.

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

You've gotten drunk on so many kinds of wine. Taste this. It won't make you wild. It's fire. Give up, if you don't understand by this time that your living is firewood.

You are a fountain of the sun's light. I am a willow shadow on the ground. You make my raggedness silky.

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 think the shadow is the substance.

You are a lover of your own experience ... not of me ... you turn to me to feel your own emotion

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.

You think you are alive because you breathe air? Shame on you that you are alive in such a limited way. Don't be without Love, so you won't feel dead. Die in Love and stay alive forever.

You are a ruby in the heart of granite, how long will you try to deceive us? We can see the truth in your eyes, so come, come, return to the root of the root of your own self...

You have forgotten the One who doesn't care about ownership, who doesn't try to turn a profit from every human exchange.

You try to be faithful and sometimes you're cruel. You are mine. Then, you leave. Without you, I can't cope. And when you take the lead, I become your footstep. Your absence leaves a void. Without you, I can't cope. You have disturbed my sleep, you have wrecked my image. You have set me apart. Without you, I can't cope.

You are a volume in the divine book A mirror to the power that created the universe Whatever you want, ask it of yourself Whatever you’re looking for can only be found Inside of you

You have read about the inspired spring. Drink from there. Be companions with those whose lips are wet with that water. Others, even though they may be your father or your mother, they’re your enemies. Leave, before they kill you! The pathless path opens whenever you genuinely say, There is no Reality but God. There is only God.’

You wander from room to room hunting for the diamond necklace that is already around your neck!

You are an ocean in a drop of dew, all the universes in a thin sack of blood. What are these pleasures then, these joys, these worlds that you keep reaching for, hoping they will make you more alive?

You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open.

You were born with potential. You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness. You were born with wings. You are not meant for crawling, so don't. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly.

You are an ocean of knowledge, hidden in a dew drop.

You know what love is? It is all kindness, generosity. Disharmony prevails when You confuse lust with love, while The distance between the two is endless.

You yourself are your own barrier. Rise from within it.

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

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 yourself, it leads to transformation of dust into pure gold!

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise. Whoever feels himself walking on the path, and refuses to praise that man or woman steals from others every day is a shoplifter! The sun became full of light when it got hold of itself. Angels only began shining when they achieved discipline. The sun goes out whenever the cloud of not-praising comes. The moment the foolish angel felt insolent, he heard the door close.

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Persian Poet, Jurist, Theologian and Sufi Mystic, Known as “Rumi” meaning “the Roman”