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.
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.
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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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Lovers have heartaches _x000D_ That can't be cured by drugs _x000D_ Or sleep, _x000D_ Or games, _x000D_ But only by seeing their beloved.
Every fragile beauty, every perfect forgotten sentence, you grieve their going away, but that is not how it is. Where they come from never goes dry. It is an always flowing spring.
Whatever you keep hidden in your heart, God _x000D_ manifests in you outwardly. Whatever the root of _x000D_ the tree feeds on in secret, affects the bough and _x000D_ the leaf.
Come on sweetheart let's adore one another before there is no more of you and me
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