Soul, if you want to learn secrets, your heart must forget about shame and dignity. You are God’s lover, yet you worry what people are saying.

The dance had distilled her and she had become one with the essence of all that is.

I was dead, then alive.Weeping, then laughing.The power of love came into me,and I became fierce like a lion,then tender like the evening star.

Sonnet IIf thee must say that I am not who I am,That I am not real or true,Then thou must say you are not as well,For we either walk in fairytales and dance to our...

El burro que te trajo a esta puerta debe ser desechado si quieres atravesarla”.

A wealth you cannot imagineflows through you.Do not consider what strangers say.Be secluded in your secret heart-house,that bowl of silence.

Your transformation will be the miracle.

Sufi secrets are perceived, not understood by words.

What you seek is seeking you.

Be willing to turn your attention to that which serves you.

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

I see the life with your sight,O” the love; you’re my light.

You know you have received the invitation when your heart is ready to risk everything to hold the hand of God.

The donkey which brought you to this door must be dismissed if you want to get through it’.

Die! Die! Die in this love!If you die in this love,Your soul will be renewed. Die! Die! Don’t fear the death of that which is knownIf you die to the temporal, You will become timeless.

….it struck her that that perhaps everyone had the ability to see themselves in others. Even in the rocks. Even in the roses.

You dance inside my chest,where no one sees you,but sometimes I do, and thatsight becomes this art.

Si no puedes sentarte en un trono como un rey, sujeta, como un tendero, la cuerda de la tienda Real.

Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.

…see the blessing and beauty that you are.

EPITAPH OF JALALUDIN RUMIWhen we are dead, seek not our tomb in the earth, but find it in the hearts of men.

Moonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon;How much it can fill your room depends on its windows.

No one is born beneath this dance. This dance gives birth to you.

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...

Yo anhelaba enseñar, pero tuve que esperar a que el deseo se desvaneciera antes de que pudiese hacerlo realmente.

Dear soul, don’t set a high value on someone before they deserve it; You either lose them or ruin yourself…!

…purification was the point of such pain.

If you cannot sit on a throne like a king, seize, like a tent-pitcher, the rope of the Royal tent.

If I could repeat it,people passing by would be enlightened and go free.

Even if false gold makes a man happy:At the mint it will be identified.

You think of yourselfas a citizen of the universe.You think you belong to this world of dust and matter.Out of this dustyou have created a personal image,and have forgottenabout the essence of your true origin

Es el orfebre quien puede evaluar el oro.

Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that...

Love was not the point and pity was a poor man’s pride.

When there is a true or useful thing, there is sure to be a counterfeit.

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.

A short time in the presence of the Friends (the Sufis) is better than a hundred years’ sincere, obedient dedication.

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

Many Americans first fell in love with the poetry of the thirteenth century teacher and spiritual leader Jelalludin Rumi during the early 1990s when the unparalleled lyrical grace, philosophical brilliance, and spiritual daring of his...

Un instante en presencia de los Amigos (Sufis) es mejor que cien años de dedicación sincera y obediente

I was deadI came aliveI was tearsI became laughterAll because of lovewhen it arrivedmy temporal lifefrom then onchanged to eternalLove said to meyou are notcrazy enoughyou don’tfit this houseI went andbecame crazycrazy enoughto be in...

….life is the work of the spirit trying to have a human experience.

I longed to teach, but I had to wait until the desire had left me before I could really do so.

The world’s flattery and hypocrisy is a sweet morsel:eat less of it, for it is full of fire.Its fire is hidden while its taste is manifest,but its smoke becomes visible in the end.

Sufism is therefore not ‘Do as I say and not as I do’, or even ‘Do as I do’, but ‘Experience it and you will know’.

Do not seek water, get thirst.

The ecstatic beauty and soulful grace of Rumi’s poetry inspires human hearts to believe in possibilities beyond the predictably fatal.

,Por qué hice tal y cual cosa?” está muy bien. Pero qué hay con “,De qué otra forma podría haberlo hecho?”.

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.

…anyone looking for friends without faults shall remain friendless. The choice is yours.