What you seek is seeking you.
attraction seeking rumi sufi
Woman is the light of God.
women religion rumi god
If there were no way into God, I would not have lain in the grave of this body so long.
death rumi grave god
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
I know you're tired but come, this is the way.
poetry spiritual divinity rumi sufi
When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.
rumi
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.
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.
poetry unity rumi blind muhammad muslim
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
life wisdom spirituality rumi sufi
The work of the (Muslim Sufi) dervish community was to open the heart, explore the mystery of union, to fiercely search for and try to say the truth, and to celebrate the glory and difficulty in being in human incarnation.
spirituality rumi
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.
fire rumi
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.
poems rumi
Moonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon; How much it can fill your room depends on its windows.
metaphysics rumi
I will soothe you and heal you,I will bring you roses.I too have been covered with thorns.
poetry mysticism rumi
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