Rumi Quotes

They say 'He cannot be found'. Something that cannot be 'found' is what I desire.

The Soul is a stranger trying to find a Home
somewhere that is not a where.

The beginning of pride and hatred lies in worldly desire, and the strength of your desire if from habit. When an evil tendency becomes confirmed by habit, rage is triggered when anyone restrains you.

You sit here for days saying, this is a strange business. You're the strange business. You have the energy of the sun in you, but you keep knotting it up at the base of your spine.

I was a tiny bug. Now a mountain. I was left behind. Now honored at the head. You healed my wounded hunger and anger, and made me a poet who sings about joy.

I see so deeply within myself
Not needing my eyes.
I can see everything clearly!
Why would I want to bother my eyes again???
Now that I see the world ...
through His eyes.

Open your Eyes, for this World is only a Dream.

Come out of the circle of time
And into the circle of love.

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.

There's no cure, except the retreat into love,
For the suffering of subtly afflicted hearts.

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

Be the rising Moon in my dark nights.
I am thirsty for your Light.

I am your moon and your moonlight too
I am your flower garden and your water too
I have come all this way, eager for you
Without shoes or shawl
I want you to laugh
To kill all your worries
To love you
To nourish you.

Love is an open secret, the most obvious thing in the world and the most hidden, with no why to how it keeps its mystery.

Some people say about human beings, 'Dust to dust'.
But how can that be true of one
who changes road dust to doorway?
The crop appears to be one thing
when it is still in the field.
Then the transformation time comes,
and we see how it is: half chaff, half grain.

Are you jealous of the ocean's generosity?
Why would you refuse to give
this joy to anyone?
Fish don't hold the sacred liquid in cups!
They swim the huge fluid freedom.

Love is nothing other than finding the truth.

The Prophets accept all agony and trust it
For the water has never feared the fire.

Love rushed into my veins emptying me of myself. Now filled with the Beloved my only possession is my name.

The soul which cannot endure fire and smoke won't find the Secret.

Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.

Dancing is not just getting up painlessly, like a leaf blown on the wind; dancing is when you tear your heart out and rise out of your body to hang suspended between the worlds.

If the wine drinker has a deep gentleness in him, he will show that when drunk. But if he has hidden anger and arrogance, those appear.

He who finds
happiness in you
is yours .
All others are guests .
کسی که شادی اش را در تو می یابد ,
ازآن توست .
دیگران رهگذرند .

You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence or in absence.

Bring anger and pride under your feet,
turn them into a ladder and climb higher.

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.

My religion is to be alive from LOVE.

Ground yourself, strip yourself down, To blind loving Silence

When love itself comes to kiss you, don't hold back!

Beg of God the removal of envy, that God may deliver you from externals, and bestow upon you an inward occupation, which will absorb you so that your attention is not drawn away.

There is a light seed grain inside. You fill it with yourself, or it dies.

Look at Love with the eyes of your Heart.

I have put the ear of my soul in the widow
of your heart

Carry your baggage towards silence , when you seek the signs of the way.

We are the fingertips of blind illusion,
You are the absolute Cause of causes.

Your magnificence has made me a wonder. Your charm has taught me the way of love.

A human being is a mountain range!
Snakes are fascinated by us!

You think of yourself
as a citizen of the universe.
You think you belong
to this world of dust and matter.
Out of this dust
you have created a personal image,
and have forgotten
about the essence of your true origin

What is the Heart?
A flower opening ...

Keep your intelligence white hot and your grief glistening
so your life will stay fresh.

When your love contracts in anger, the atmosphere itself feels threatening. But when you're expansive, no matter what the weather, you're in an open, windy field with friends.

Beauty is the garden scent of roses, murmuring water flowing gently ... Can words describe the indescribable?

All the tears which we creatures shed for Him are not tears as many think but pearls....

God gave you life and bestowed upon you his attributes; eventually you will return to him.

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

Nearness to God is common to us all,
Because we're all created and sustained by God,
But only the authentically noble
Possess and live that nearness
That's a constant upswelling passion of love.

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.

Do not feel lonely,
the entire universe is inside you.
Stop acting so small.
You are the universe in ecstatic motion.
Set your life on fire.
Seek those who fan your flames.

By the mercy of Allah Paradise has eight doors one of those is the door of repentance, child. All the others are sometimes open, sometimes shut, but the door of repentance is never closed. Come seize the opportunity: the door is open; carry your baggage there at once.

The miracle of Jesus is himself, not what he said or did.

Oh Beloved, take me. Liberate my soul. Fill me with your love and release me from the two worlds. If I set my heart on anything but you let fire burn me from inside. Oh Beloved, take away what I want. Take away what I do. Take away what I need. Take away everything that takes me from you.

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

Be clear and smiling for those who are glad to see you.
Someone who is not, let his way darken like a pen leaving a faltering ink trail.

If you put your soul against the oar with me, the power that made the universe will enter your sinew from a source not outside of your limbs, but from a holy realm that lives within us.

And don't think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It's quiet, but the roots are down there riotous.

You soak up my soul and mingle me. Each drop of my blood cries out to the earth. We are partners, blended as one.

While still in the cage of your being behold the spirit bird before it flies away.

HOW SHOULD THE SOUL not take wings
when from the Glory of God

It hears a sweet, kindly call:
"Why are you here, soul? Arise!"

How should a fish not leap fast
into the sea from dry land

When from the ocean so cool
the sound of the waves reaches its

How should the falcon not fly
back to his king from the hunt

When from the falconer's drum
it hears to call: "Oh, come back"?

Why should not every Sufi
begin to dance atom-like

Around the Sun of duration
that saves from impermanence?

What graciousness and what beauty?
What life-bestowing! What grace!

If anyone does without that, woe-
what err, what suffering!

Oh fly , of fly, O my soul-bird,
fly to your primordial home!

You have escaped from the cage now-
your wings are spread in the air.

Oh travel from brackish water
now to the fountain of life!

Return from the place of the sandals
now to the high seat of souls!

Go on! Go on! we are going,
and we are coming, O soul,

From this world of separation
to union, a world beyond worlds!

How long shall we here in the dust-world
like children fill our skirts

With earth and with stones without value,
with broken shards without worth?


Let's take our hand from the dust gr

Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.

Stop, open up, surrender the beloved blind silence.
Stay there until you see you're looking at the light
with infinite eyes.

If thou wilt be observant and vigilant, thou wilt see at every moment the response to thy action. Be observant if thou wouldst have a pure heart, for something is born to thee in consequence of every action.

I should be suspicious of what I want.

Your real "country" is where you're heading, not where you are.

Reality is blocked by form and image.

Last Night My Soul Cried O Exalted Sphere Of Heaven

Last night my soul cried, "O exalted sphere of Heaven, you hang indeed inverted, with flames in your belly.
"Without sin and crime, eternally revolving upon your body in its complaining is the indigo of mourning;
"Now happy, now unhappy, like Abraham in the fire; at once king and beggar like Ebrahim-e Adham.
"In your form you are terrifying, yet your state is full of anguish: you turn round like a millstone and writhe like a snake."
Heaven the blessed replied, "How should I not fear that one who makes the Paradise of the world as Hell?
"In his hand earth is as wax, he makes it Zangi and Rumi , he makes it falcon and owl, he makes it sugar and poison.
"He is hidden, friend, and has set us forth thus patent so that he may become concealed.
"How should the ocean of the world be concealed under straws? The straws have been set adancing, the waves tumbling up and down'
"Your body is like the land floating on the waters of the soul; your soul is veiled in the body alike in wedding feast or sorrow.
"In the veil you are a new bride, hot-tempered and obstinate; he is railing sweetly at the good and the bad of the world.
"Through him the earth is a green meadow, the heavens are unresting; on every side through him a fortunate one pardoned and preserved.
"Reason a seeker of certainty through him, patience a seeker of help through him, love seeing the unseen t

Once the seed of faith takes root, it cannot be blown away, even by the strongest wind - Now that's a blessing.

Some nights stay up till dawn,
as the moon sometimes does for the sun.
Be a full bucket pulled up the dark way
of a well, then lifted out into light.

Don't try to put out a fire
by throwing on more fire

Open the window of your heart and let the Spirit speak

Do not leave me,
hide in my heart like a secret,
wind around my head like a turban.
"I come and go as I please,"
you say, "swift as a heartbeat."
You can tease me as much as you like
but never leave me.

Indeed,
we are one soul,
you and me.
In the show
and hide you in me,
I am in you.
Here is the deeper meaning
of my relationship with you,
Because there is nor I, nor you.
between you and me.

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

Someone asks me, What is love?
Do not look for an explanation.
Dissolve into me, and you will know
when it calls. Respond.
Walk out as a lion, as a rose.
Inhale autumn, long for spring.

If i can only recount
the story of my life
right out of my body
flames will grow

Each night the moon kisses secretly
the lover who counts the stars

THE ONE THING YOU MUST DO

There is one thing in this world you must never forget to do. If you forget everything else and not this, there's nothing to worry about, but if you remember everything else and forget this, then you will have done nothing in your life.

It's as if a king has sent you to some country to do a task, and you perform a hundred other services, but not the one he sent you to do. So human being come to this world to do particular work. That work is the purpose, and each is specific to the person. If you don't do it, it's as though a priceless Indian sword were used to slice rotten meat. It's a golden bowl being used to cook turnips, when one filing from the bowl could buy a hundred suitable pots. It's like a knife of the finest tempering nailed into a wall to hang things on.

You say, "But look, I'm using the dagger. It's not lying idle." Do you hear how ludicrous that sounds? For a penny an iron nail could be bought to serve for that. You say, "But I spend my energies on lofty enterprises. I study jurisprudence and philosophy and logic and astronomy and medicine and the rest." But consider why you do those things. They are all branches of yourself.

Remember the deep root of your being, the presence of your lord. Give yourself to the one who already owns your breath and your moments. If you don't, you will be like the man who takes a precious dagger and hammers it into his kitchen wall for a peg to hold his dipper g

On a day when the wind is perfect, the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty.
Today is such a day.

A seeker of Truth looks beyond the apparent and contemplates the hidden.

No more holding back.
Be reckless.
Tell your Love to everybody.

I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.

This dance is the joy of existence.

I came with many knots in my heart,
like the magician's rope.
You undid them all at once.
I see now the splendor of the student
and that of the teacher's art.
Love and this body sit inside your presence,
one demolished, the other drunk.
We smile. We weep, tree limbs
turning sere, then light green.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

You've so distracted me, your absence fans my love. Don't ask how. Then you come near. "Do not ... " I say, and "Do not ... ," you answer. Don't ask why this delights me.

Are you searching for your soul?
Then come out of your own prison.

I drank that Wine of which the Soul is its vessel.
Its ecstasy has stolen my intellect away.
A Light came and kindled a Flame in the depth of my Soul.
A Light so radiant that the sun orbits around it like a butterfly.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

You moan, "She left me." "He left me,"
Twenty more will come.

They try to say what you are, spiritual or sexual? They wonder about Solomon and all his wives. In the body of the world, they say, there is a soul and you are that. But we have ways within each other that will never be said by anyone.

Apparently two, but one in soul, you and I ...

Whoever finds love beneath hurt and grief disappears into emptiness with a thousand new disguises

Be full of sorrow, that you may become hill of joy; weep, that you may break into laughter.

When you eventually see through the veils to how things really are, you will keep saying again and again, this is certainly not like we thought it was.

The life of this world is nothing but the harmony of opposites

On the path of Love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the Master Painter.

Travelers, it is late.
Life's sun is going to set.
During these brief days that you have strength,
be quick and spare no effort of your wings

Lightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly.

I honor those who try to rid themselves of any lying, who empty the self and have only clear being there.

What can I do my friends, if I do not know?
I am neither Christian nor Jew, nor Muslim nor Hindu.
What can I do? What can I do?
Not of the East, nor of the West,
Nor of the land, nor of the sea,
Not of nature's essence, nor of circling heavens.
What could I be?