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.