An eye is meant to see things.The soul is here for its own joy.A head has one use: For loving a true love.Feet: To chase after.Love is for vanishing into the sky. The mind,for learning...

If you are seeking, seek us with joyFor we live in the kingdom of joy.Do not give your heart to anything elseBut to the love of those who are clear joy,Do not stray into the...

These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.

Why struggle to open a door between us when the whole wall is an illusion?

What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.

We may know who we are or we may not. We may be Muslims, Jews or Christians but until our hearts become the mould for every heart we will see only our differences.

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.

You have forgotten the Onewho doesn’t care about ownership,who doesn’t try to turn a profitfrom every human exchange.

Life’s waters flow from darkness, Search the darkness, don’t run from it.

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart. Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.

Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.

Forget safety.Live where you fear to live.Destroy your reputation.Be notorious.

My lips got lost on the way to the kiss – that’s how drunk Iwas.

Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.

A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed,cut holes in it, and called it a human being.Since then, it’s been wailing a tender agonyof parting, never mentioning the skillthat gave it life as a flute

the more one delves into Rumi’s life and his mystical poetry it becomes clear that for him, the issue of faith and reason is incomplete unless one includes the central theme of love.

You are my wine, my joy,My garden, my springtime,My slumber, my repose,Without you, I can’t cope.

Notice how each particle moves.Notice how everyone has just arrived here from a journey.Notice how each wants a different food.Notice how the stars vanish as the sun comes up, and how all streams stream toward...

Come with me while the wine shop is still open.We are dizzy with meeting each other.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

Do you know what you are?You are a manuscript oƒ a divine letter.You are a mirror reflecting a noble face. This universe is not outside of you. Look inside yourself;everything that you want, you are...

The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell youDon’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...

If you desire healing,let yourself fall illlet yourself fall ill.

The heart is cooking a pot of food for you. Be patient until it is cooked

You have seen what Eblis the accursed has seen, when he said “I am of fire, while Adam is of clay.”Cover up the Eblis-like eye for just a moment; how long will you see just...

Let go of your mind and then be mindful.Close your ears and listen!

When someone beats a rug,the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.

Anyone who knows me, should learn to know me again;For I am like the Moon,you will see me with new face everyday.

Knock, And He’ll open the doorVanish, And He’ll make you shine like the sunFall, And He’ll raise you to the heavensBecome nothing, And He’ll turn you into everything.

A servant wants to be rewarded for what he does. A lover wants only to be in love’s presence, that ocean whose depth will never be known.

I want to see you.Know your voice.Recognize you when youfirst come ’round the corner.Sense your scent when I come into a room you’ve just left.Know the lift of your heel,the glide of your foot.Become familiar...

The wit taught by God to the beeIs withheld from the lion and the wild ass.

You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?

Knowledge that is acquiredis not like this. Those who have it worry ifaudiences like it or not.It’s a bait for popularity.Disputational knowing wants customers.It has no soul…The only real customer is God.Chew quietlyyour sweet sugarcane...

Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.

Your depression is connected to your insolenceand refusal to praise. Whoever feels himself walking on the path, and refuses to praise–that man or womansteals from others every day–is a shoplifter!The sun became full of light...

Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it.

Take someone who doesn’t keep score,who’s not looking to be richer, or afraid of losing,who has not the slightest interest evenin his own personality: he’s free.

A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.

Give up to grace. The ocean takes care of each wave ’til it gets to shore. You need more help than you know.

Like a sculptor, if necessary,carve a friend out of stone.Realize that your inner sight is blindand try to see a treasure in everyone.

My wails of sorroware tormenting my soul

Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

There are as many ways of loving as there are people, and that wildflower variety is the great beauty of this dimension of existence.

Love is a madman,working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes,running through the mountains, drinking poison,and now quietly choosing annihilation.

Gamble everything for love, if you’re a true human being.

You are the Truth from foot to brow. Now, what else would you like to know?

Go back,go back to sleep.Yes, you are allowed.You who have no Love in your heart,you can go back to sleep.The power of Loveis exclusive to us,you can go back to sleep.I have been burntby the...

I went inside my heartto see how it was.Something there makes me hearthe whole world weeping.

There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body. Seawaterbegs the pearl to break its shell.and the lily, how passionatelyit needs some wild darling! Atnight, I open...