Category Jalaluddin Rumi

Muhammad could mediatefor every kind of disgrace,because he looked so unswervinglyat God. His eye medicine camefrom his ever-expanding into God. Any orphan daubed with that salvewill get better. He could see allthe attainments of those on the way.Hence God called…

In the slaughterhouse of love, they killonly the best, none of the weak or deformed.Don’t run away from this (lying.Whoever’s not killed for love is dead meat.

This piece of food cannot be eaten,nor this bit of wisdom found by looking.There is a secret core in everyone noteven Gabriel can know by trying to know.

We have this way of talking, and we have another.Apart from what we wish and what we fear may happen, we are alive with other life, as clear stonestake form in the mountain.

When I press my hand to my chest,it is your chest. And now you’re scratching my head! Sometimes you put me in the herdwith your other camels. Sometimes you place me at the front of the troopsas the commander. Sometimes…

Slave, be aware that the Lordof all the East is here. A flickering storm cloudshows his lightnings to you! Your words are guesswork.He speaks from experience.There’s a huge difference.

The morning wind spreads its fresh smell.We must get up and take that in,that wind that lets us live.Breathe before it’s gone.

You are the king’s son.Why do you close yourself up?Become a lover. Don’t aspire to be a generalor a minister of state. One is a boredom for you,the other a disgrace. You’ve been a picture on a bathhouse walllong enough.…

When it’s cold and raining,you are more beautiful. And the snow brings meeven closer to your lips. The inner secret, that which was never born,you are that freshness, and I am with you now. I can’t explain the goings,or the…

This is how a human being can change:there’s a worm addicted to eatinggrape leaves. Suddenly, he wakes up,call it grace, whatever, somethingwakes him, and he’s no longera worm. He’s the entire vineyard,and the orchard too, the fruit, the trunks,a growing…