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Friday, January 27, 2012
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Rumi
“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
― Rumi “If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?” ― Rumi “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” ― Rumi “The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.” ― Rumi, The Illuminated Rumi “You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?” ― Rumi “What you seek is seeking you.” ― Rumi “When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.” “Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.” “Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.” ― Rumi “Do not be satisfied with the stories that come before you. Unfold your own myth.” ― Rumi “Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.” ― Rumi “That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.” ― Rumi “Reason is powerless in the expression of Love.” ― Rumi “Everything in the universe is within you. Ask all from yourself.” ― Rumi Last edited by marwatone; Saturday, January 28, 2012 at 07:41 AM. Reason: Avoid using red font color. 
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Friday, January 27, 2012
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A poem of Rumi!
Only Breath
Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion or cultural system. I am not from the East or the West, not out of the ocean or up from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not composed of elements at all. I do not exist, am not an entity in this world or in the next, did not descend from Adam and Eve or any origin story. My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless. Neither body or soul. I belong to the beloved, have seen the two worlds as one and that one call to and know, first, last, outer, inner, only that breath breathing human being.
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#3
Friday, January 27, 2012
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Like This!
When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the nightsky, climb up on the roof and dance and say, Like this. If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is, or what "God’s fragrance" means, lean your head toward him or her. Keep your face there close Like this. When someone quotes the old poetic image about clouds gradually uncovering the moon, slowly loosen knot by knot the strings of your robe. Like this. If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead, don’t try to explain the miracle. Kiss me on the lips. Like this. Like this. When someone asks what it means to "die for love," point here. If someone asks how tall I am, frown and measure with your fingers the space between the creases on your forehead. This tall. The soul sometimes leaves the body, the returns. When someone doesn’t believe that, walk back into my house. Like this. When lovers moan, they’re telling our story. Like this. I am a sky where spirits live. Stare into this deepening blue, while the breeze says a secret. Like this. When someone asks what there is to do, light the candle in his hand. Like this. How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob? Huuuuu. How did Jacob’s sight return? Huuuu. A little wind cleans the eyes. Like this. When Shams comes back from Tabriz, he’ll put just his head around the edge of the door to surprise us Like this. --- Jalaluddin Rumi Last edited by marwatone; Saturday, January 28, 2012 at 07:42 AM. Reason: Avoid using red font color.
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#4
Saturday, January 28, 2012
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I tried to find Him on the Christian cross, but He
was not there; I went to the Temple of the Hindus and to the old pagodas, but I could not find a trace of Him anywhere. I searched on the mountains and in the valleys but neither in the heights nor in the depths was I able to find Him. I went to the Ka'bah in Mecca, but He was not there either. I questioned the scholars and philosophers but He was beyond their understanding. I then looked into my heart and it was there where He dwelled that I saw Him; He was nowhere else to be found.
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#5
Saturday, January 28, 2012
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The Song of the Reed by Rumi
The Song of the Reed by Rumi
1. Listen to the reed (flute), how it is complaining! It is telling about separations, 2. (Saying), “Ever since I was severed from the reed field, men and women have lamented in (the presence of) my shrill cries. 3. “(But) I want a heart (which is) torn, torn from separation, so that I may explain the pain of yearning.” 4. “Anyone one who has remained far from his roots, seeks a return (to the) time of his union. 5. “I lamented in every gathering; I associated with those in bad or happy circumstances. 6. “(But) everyone became my friend from his (own) opinion; he did not seek my secrets from within me. 7. “My secret is not far from my lament, but eyes and ears do not have the light (to sense it). 8. “The body is not hidden from the soul, nor the soul from the body; but seeing the soul is not permitted.” 9. The reed’s cry is fire — it’s not wind! Whoever doesn’t have this fire, may he be nothing! 10. It is the fire of Love that fell into the reed. (And) it is the ferment of Love that fell into the wine. 11. The reed (is) the companion of anyone who was severed from a friend; its melodies tore our veils. 12. Who has seen a poison and a remedy like the reed? Who has seen a harmonious companion and a yearning friend like the reed? 13. The reed is telling the story of the path full of blood; it is telling stories of Majnoon’s (crazed) love. 14. There is no confidant (of) this understanding except the senseless! There is no purchaser of that tongue except the ear [of the mystic.] 15. In our longing, the days became (like) evenings; the days became fellow-travellers with burning fevers. 16. If the days have passed, tell (them to) go, (and) don’t worry. (But) You remain! — O You, whom no one resembles in Purity! 17. Everyone becomes satiated by water, except the fish. (And) everyone who is without daily food [finds that] his days become long. 18. None (who is) “raw” can understand the state of the “ripe.” Therefore, (this) speech must be shortened. So farewell! 19. O son, break the chains (and) be free! How long will you be shackled to silver and gold? 20. If you pour the sea into a jug, how much will it contain? (Just) one day’s portion. 21. The jug of the eye of the greedy will never be filled. (And) as long as the oyster is not content, it will never be filled by a pearl. 22. Anyone (whose) robe is torn from love, becomes completely purified from greed and defect. 23. Be joyous! O our sweet melancholy Love! O doctor of all our diseases! 24. O Medicine of our pride and vanity! O you (are) our Plato and (our) Galen! 25. The earthly body went up to the heavens from Love! The mountain began to dance and became agile! 26. O lover! Love became the soul of Mount Sinai! Mount Sinai (became) drunk “and Moses fell down senseless”! 27. If I were joined with the lip of a harmonious companion, I (too) would utter speeches like the reed! 28. (But) anyone who becomes separated from one of the same tongue becomes without a tongue, even if he has a hundred songs [to share]. 29. When the rose has gone and the garden has passed away, you will no longer hear from the nightingale (about) what happened. 30. The Beloved is All, and the lover (is merely) a veil; the Beloved is Living, and the lover (is merely) a corpse. 31. When Love has no concern for him, he is left like a bird without wings. Misery for him! 32. How can I have awareness of before and behind, when the Light of my Beloved is no (longer) before and behind? 33. Love wants these words to manifest. (But) how is it that the mirror reveals nothing? 34. Do you know why your mirror reveals nothing? Because the rust is not separated from its face!
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#6
Saturday, January 28, 2012
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Qoutes by Rumi!
Everyone is so afraid of death, but the real sufis just laugh: nothing tyrannizes their hearts. What strikes the oyster shell does not damage the pearl.
In truth everything and everyone Is a shadow of the Beloved, And our seeking is His seeking And our words are His words... We search for Him here and there, while looking right at Him. Sitting by His side, we ask: 'O Beloved, where is the Beloved?' If in thirst you drink water from a cup, you see God in it. Those who are not in love with God will see only their own faces in it. Only from the heart Can you touch the sky. Patience is the key to joy. People of the world don't look at themselves, and so they blame one another. Since in order to speak, one must first listen, learn to speak by listening. That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquility. The intelligent want self-control; children want candy. The middle path is the way to wisdom. The only lasting beauty is the beauty of the heart. Thirst drove me down to the water where I drank the moon's reflection. To praise is to praise how one surrenders to the emptiness. We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust. We rarely hear the inward music, but we're all dancing to it nevertheless. You think the shadow is the substance.
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#7
Saturday, January 28, 2012
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Don't go back to sleep.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Don't go back to sleep.
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#8
Sunday, January 29, 2012
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Moving Water
Moving Water
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy. When actions come from another section, the feeling disappears. Don't let others lead you. They may be blind or, worse, vultures. Reach for the rope of God. And what is that? Putting aside self-will. Because of willfulness people sit in jail, the trapped bird's wings are tied, fish sizzle in the skillet. The anger of police is willfulness. You've seen a magistrate inflict visible punishment. Now see the invisible. If you could leave your selfishness, you would see how you've been torturing your soul. We are born and live inside black water in a well. How could we know what an open field of sunlight is? Don't insist on going where you think you want to go. Ask the way to the spring. Your living pieces will form a harmony. There is a moving palace that floats in the air with balconies and clear water flowing through, infinity everywhere, yet contained under a single tent.
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#9
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
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There is a candle in the heart of man, waiting to be kindled.
In separation from the Friend, there is a cut waiting to be stitched. O, you who are ignorant of endurance and the burning fire of love---- Love comes of its own free will, it can't be learned in any school. How long will you think about this painful life? How long will you think about this harmful world? The only thing it can take from you is your body. Don't say all this rubbish and stop thinking. Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted. From that water of life he is in a state of elation. Death came, smelled me, and sensed your fragrance instead. From then on, death lost all hope of me.
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#10
Thursday, February 02, 2012
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Some Kiss We Want  There is some kiss we want with
our whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body. Seawater begs the pearl to break its shell. And the lily, how passionately it needs some wild darling! At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language- door and open the love window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.
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