God picks up the reed-flute world and blows. Each note is a need coming through one of us,a passion, a longing pain. Remember the lipswhere the wind-breath originated, and let your note be clear. Don't try to end it. Be your note.
Rumi
You have forgotten the Onewho doesn't care about ownership, who doesn't try to turn a profitfrom every human exchange.
inspirational
Anyone who knows me, should learn to know me again; For I am like the Moon, you will see me with new face everyday.
change self-awareness inspirational
This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.
philosophy life inspirational
Why am I seeking? I am the same as he. His essence speaks through me. I have been looking for myself
Flow down and down in always widening rings of being.
The same wind that uproots treesmakes the grass shine. The lordly wind loves the weaknessand the lowness of grasses. Never brag of being strong. The axe doesn't worry how thick the branches are. It cuts them to pieces. But not the leaves. It leaves the leaves alone.
You're water. We're the millstone. You're wind. We're dust blown up into shapes. You're spirit. We're the opening and closing of our hands. You're the clarity. We're the language that tries to say it. You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing.
You soak up my soul and mingle me. Each drop of my blood cries out to the earth. We are partners, blended as one.
Without you the instruments would die. One sits close beside you. Another takes a long kiss. The tambourine begs, Touch my skin so I can be myself. Let me feel you enter each limb bone by bone, that what died last night can be whole today. Why live some soberer way, and feel you ebbing out?I won't do it. Either give me enough wine or leave me alone, now that I know how it isto be with you in constant conversation.
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 fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.
transformation sorrow joy rumi
You were born with potential. You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness. You were born with wings. You are not meant for crawling, so don't. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly.
life greatness you
Keep your intelligence white hot and your grief glisteningso your life will stay fresh.
life
Gamble everything for love, if you're a true human being.
Let silence take you to the core of life.
silence life
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