Rumi

Yesterday is gone and took away its tale. _x000D_ Today we must live a fresh story again.

The water has a Water that is driving it; _x000D_ The spirit has a Spirit that is Calling it.

If the wine drinker has a deep gentleness in him, he will show that when drunk. But if he has hidden anger and arrogance, those appear.

You have been walking the ocean's edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under and deeper under, a thousand times deeper. Love flows down. The ground submits to the sky and suffers what comes. Tell me, is the earth worse for giving in like that? Do not put blankets over the drum. Open completely.

Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you.

That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquillity.

Listen! Clam up your mouth and be silent like an oyster shell, for that tongue of yours is the enemy of the soul, my friend. When the lips are silent, the heart has a hundred tongues.

What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.

Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what's hidden.

Reason is powerless in the expression of Love.

What the sayer of praise is really praising is himself, by saying implicitly, My eyes are clear." Likewise, someone who criticizes is criticizing himself, saying implicitly, "I can't see very well with my eyes so inflamed.

When someone is counting out gold for you, don't look at your hands, or the gold. Look at the giver.

Every moment a taste of that beauty in our mouths, another stashed in a pocket. Impossible to say what: no cypress so handsome, no sunlight, a lonely hiddenness. Other pleasure gathers a crowd, starts a fight, lots of noise there. But soul beauty stays quiet..his amazing whereabouts unknown inside my heart.

A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself. That's how I hold your voice.

All people on the planet are children, except for a very few. No one is grown up except those free of desire.

This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.

Inside you there’s an artist you don’t know about… say yes quickly, if you know, if you’ve known it from before the beginning of the universe.

But listen to me. For one moment quit being sad. Hear blessings dropping their blossoms around you.

If the foot of the trees were not tied to earth, they would be pursuing me; _x000D_ For I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.

The ground's generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground.