My dear heart, never think you are better than others. Listen to their sorrows with compassion. If you want peace, don't harbor bad thoughts, do not gossip and don't teach what you do not know.
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Tree limbs rise and fall like the ecstatic arms of those who have submitted to the mystical life. Leaf sounds talk together like poets making fresh metaphors.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote compares the movements of tree limbs to the expressions of joy in life, highlighting the connection between nature and human experience.
In this quote, Rumi beautifully illustrates the interconnectedness of nature and human emotion. The rising and falling of tree limbs are likened to the exuberance of individuals who embrace a deeper, mystical existence. The mention of 'leaf sounds' suggests that even nature has its own language, akin to poets creating new meanings. This encapsulates the idea that life, in all its forms, is a dance of expression and creativity.
Themes
NatureLifePoetryExpressionMystical
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be shared during a nature walk to inspire appreciation for the beauty of the world.
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