Rumi

Oh you, straying heart, just come! Oh you, aching liver, just come! If the path to the gate is closed, Take the way by the wall, but come!

What? Are you still pretending you are separate from the Beloved?

Angels dance only with You, Beloved and only before You do I bow in adoration. You may accept me or not but I will be at your feet forever.

Put your thoughts to sleep, do not let them cast a shadow over the moon of your heart. Let go of thinking.

To live without you is to be robbed of love and what is life without it? To live without you is death to me, my love but some call it life.

If I gaze at my beloved she may feel embarrassed and if I do not, she will feel neglected. I can see the stars reflecting in the calm water of her face but if I look away I lose my clarity.

The heart has its own language. The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak.

Darkness may hide the trees and the flowers from the eyes but it cannot hide love from the soul.

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.

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.

I said, O Love, tell me this: Does the Lord know you are treating me this way? Love said to me, yes He does, just be totally… totally… silent

O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now, Be all – worlds dissolve into your stainless endless radiance, Frail living leaves burn with your brighter than cold stares – Make me your servant, your breath, your core.

The result of my life is no more than three words: I was raw, I became cooked, I was burnt.

There is a way between voice and presence, where information flows. In disciplined silence it opens; with wandering talk it closes.

‎Dancing is not just getting up painlessly, like a leaf blown on the wind; dancing is when you tear your heart out and rise out of your body to hang suspended between the worlds.

Listen, O drop, give yourself up without regret, and in exchange gain the Ocean. Listen, O drop, bestow upon yourself this honor, and in the arms of the Sea be secure. Who indeed should be so fortunate? An Ocean wooing a drop! In God's name, in God's name, sell and buy at once! Give a drop, and take this Sea full of pearls.

Thankfulness brings you to the place where the Beloved lives.

Hall of Love has ten thousand swords. Don't be afraid to use one.

I want to be where your bare foot walks, because maybe before you step, you'll look at the ground. I want that blessing

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

If in the darkness of ignorance, you don’t recognize a person’s true nature, look to see whom he has chosen for his leader.