Explore Quotes by Rumi

And if you are a rose, I am rose-shadow.

Sorrows are the rags of old clothes and jackets that serve to cover, and then are taken off. That undressing, and the beautiful naked body underneath, is the sweetness that comes after grief.

And even if this world burns up hidden harps will still play here.

The ocean of the body crashes against the ocean of the heart. Between them is a barrier they cannot cross.

Inside of us, there's a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water.

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

I do not know who lives here in my chest, or why the smile comes. I am not myself, more the bare green knob of a rose that lost every leaf and petal to the morning wind.

You fill yourself with the sharp pain of love, rather than its fulfillment.

Purify your eyes, and see the pure world. Your life will fill with radiant forms.

That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.

You've 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!

Don't put blankets over the drum! Open completely. Let your spirit ear listen to the green dome's passionate murmur.

What does this patch-sewing mean you ask? Eating and drinking. The heavy cloak of the body is always getting torn. You patch it with food and other ego-satisfactions.

Love is a madman, working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, running through the mountains...

Take sips of this pure wine being poured. Don't mind that you've been given a dirty cup.

He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.

No one knows what makes the soul wake up so happy! Maybe a dawn breeze has blown the veil from the face of God.

There's a hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness. We are lutes, no more, no less. If the soundbox is stuffed full of anything, no music.... When you're full of food and drink, Satan sits where your spirit should.

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.

Now is the time to unite the soul and the world. Now is the time to see the sunlight dancing as one with the shadows.

Your legs will get heavy and tired. Then comes a moment of feeling the wings you've grown, lifting.