Category Jalaluddin Rumi

This moment this love comes to rest in me,many beings in one being.In one wheat grain a thousand sheaf stacks.Inside the needle’s eye a turning night of stars.

A secret turning in usmakes the universe turn.Head unaware of feet,and feet head. Neither cares.They keep turning.

You have said what you are.I am what I am.Your actions in my head,my head here in my handswith something circling inside.I have no namefor what circlesso perfectly.

Inside water, a waterwheel turns.A star circulates with the moon. We live in the night ocean wondering,What are these lights?

I am dust particles in sunlight.I am the round sun. To the bits of dust I say, Stay.To the sun, Keep moving. I am morning mist,and the breathing of evening. I am wind in the top of a grove,and surf…

Sometimes a lover of God may faintin the presence. Then the beloved bendsand whispers in his ear, “Beggar, spread outyour robe. I’ll fill it with gold. I’ve come to protect your consciousness.Where has it gone? Come back into awareness!” This…

In the Name of God, the Merciful and Compassionate. The start of the second book of the Mathnawi has been postponed,and the reason is this: sometimes God reveals all the wisdom of doinga certain action, and the listener becomes so…

I am part of the loadnot rightly balanced.I drop off in the grass,like the old cave-sleepers, to browsewherever I fall. For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust grainsfloating and flying in the will of the air,often forgetting…

Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes roundin another form. The child weaned from mother’s milknow drinks wine and honey mixed. God’s joy moves from unmarked box to unmarked box,from cell to cell. As rainwater, down into flowerbed.As roses, up from…

Don’t go anywhere without me.Let nothing happen in the sky apart from me,or on the ground, in this world or that world,without my being in its happening.Vision, see nothing I don’t see.Language, say nothing.The way the night knows itself with…