Jalaluddin Rumi

Your heart is the size of an ocean. Go find yourself in its hidden depths.

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__. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly.

The deeper the grief, the more radiant the love.

Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life's search for love and wisdom

Don__ grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

By the day,I praised you and never knew it, by night, I stayed with you and never knew it. I always thought I was me but no,I was you and never knew it.

The moon splits open.We move through, waterbirds risingto look for another lake.Or say we are living in a love-ocean,where trust works to caulk our body-boat,to make it last a little while,until the inevitable shipwreck,the total marriage, the death-union.Dissolve in friendship,like two drunkards fighting.Do not look for justice herein the jungle where your animal soulgives you bad advice.Drink enough wine so that you stop talking.You are a lover, and love is a tavernwhere no one makes much sense.Even if the things you say are poemsas dense as sacks of Solomon's gold,they become pointless.

Don't turn away. Keep your gaze on the bandaged place. That's where the light enters you.

Make it your habit to behold the Light without the glass, so that when the glass is shattered you may not be left blind.

What can I do, Muslims? I do not know myself.I am neither Christian nor Jew, neither Magian nor Muslim,I am not from east or west, not from land or sea,not from the shafts of nature nor from the spheres of the firmament,not of the earth, not of water, not of air, not of fire.I am not from the highest heaven, not from this world,not from existence, not from being.I am not from India, not from China, not from Bulgar, not from Saqsin,not from the realm of the two Iraqs, not from the land of Khurasan.I am not from the world, not from beyond,not from heaven and not from hell.I am not from Adam, not from Eve, not from paradise and not from Ridwan.My place is placeless, my trace is traceless,no body, no soul, I am from the soul of souls.I have chased out duality, lived the two worlds as one.One I seek, one I know, one I see, one I call.He is the first, he is the last, he is the outer, he is the

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 the ocean.Look at the chefs preparing special plates for everyone, according to what they need.Look at this cup that can hold the ocean.Look at those who see the face.Look through Shams_ eyes into the Water that is entirely jewels.

Gamble everything for love, if you're a true human being.

I choose to love you in silence_For in silence I find no rejection,I choose to love you in loneliness_For in loneliness no one owns you but me,I choose to adore you from a distance_For distance will shield me from pain,I choose to kiss you in the wind_For the wind is gentler than my lips,I choose to hold you in my dreams_For in my dreams, you have no end.

Knowledge that is acquiredis not like this. Those who have it worry ifaudiences like it or not.It's a bait for popularity.Disputational knowing wants customers.It has no soul...The only real customer is God.Chew quietlyyour sweet sugarcane God-Love, and stayplayfully childish.

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

With life as short as a half taken breath, don't plant anything but love.

Where lowland is, that's where water goes. All medicine wants is pain to cure.

It's your road, and yours alone.others may walk it with you,but no one can walk it for you.