Rumi

Don't try to steer the boat. Don't open shop for yourself. Listen. Keep silent. You are not God's mouthpiece. Try to be an ear, And if you do speak, ask for explanations.

The same wind that uproots trees makes the grass shine. The lordly wind loves the weakness and the lowness of grasses. Never brag of being strong. The axe doesn't worry how thick the branches are. It cuts them to pieces. But not the leaves. It leaves the leaves alone.

Be empty of worrying. Think of who created thought! Why do you stay in prison When the door is so wide open?

There are thousands of wines that can take over our minds. Don't think all ecstasies are the same!

You are the Truth from foot to brow. Now, what else would you like to know?

I was a thorn rushing to be with a rose, vinegar blending with honey… Then I found some dirt to make an ointment that would honor my soul… Love says, “You are right, but don’t claim these changes. Remember, I am wind. You are an ember I ignite.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

And watch two men washing clothes, one makes dry clothes wet. The other makes wet clothes dry. they seem to be thwarting each other, but their work is a perfect harmony. Every holy person seems to have a different doctrine and practice, but there's really only one work.

The moon stays bright when it doesn't avoid the night.

Give your weakness to one who helps.

Within tears, find hidden laughter Seek treasures amid ruins, sincere one.

We love that s why life is full of so many wonderful gifts.

Would you become a pilgrim on the road of love? The first condition is that you make yourself humble as dust and ashes.

I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.

As for us, He has appointed the job of permanent unemployment. If he wanted us to work, after all, He would not have created this wine. With a skinfull of this, Sir, would you rush out to commit economics?

Bitter your acts, bitter am I, Kindness your deeds, kindness am I, Pleasant and gentle, so you are, Fine honeyed lips and sweet talker.

For without you, I swear, the town Has become like a prison to me. Distraction and the mountain And the desert, all I desire.