Category Jalaluddin Rumi

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…

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.Ideas, language, even the phrase each otherdoesn’t make any sense.

Today, like every other day, we wake up emptyand frightened. Don’t open the door to the studyand begin reading. Take down a musical instrument. Let the beauty we love be what we do.There are hundreds of ways to kneel and…

All day and night, music, a quiet, bright reedsong. If it fades, we fade.

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. Someone soberwill worry about things going badly. Let the lover be.

A night full of talking that hurts, my worst held-back secrets. Everything has to do with loving and not loving. This night will pass.Then we have work to do.

The light you give offdid not come from a pelvis. Your features did not begin in semen.Don’t try to hide inside angerradiance that cannot be hidden.

This is how it is when your animal energies,the nafs, dominate your soul: You have a piece of fine linenthat you’re going to make into a coatto give to a friend, but someone else uses itto make a pair of…

Now I see something in my listeners that won’t let me continue this way.The ocean flows back inand puts up a foam barrier, and then withdraws.After a while,it will come in again.This audience wants to hear more about the visiting…

Little by little, wean yourself.This is the gist of what I have to say.From an embryo, whose nourishment comes in the blood,move to an infant drinking milk,to a child on solid food,to a searcher after wisdom,to a hunter of more…