#rumi

Oh soul, you worry too much. You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why do you worry? You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul. ↗

— Rumi

#konya #mevlana #rumi #turkey #beauty

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

— Rumi

#poetry #rumi #art

Lovers find secret places inside this violent world where they make transactions with beauty. ↗

— Rumi

#poetry #rumi #rumi-poetry #beauty

Be helpless, dumbfounded, Unable to say yes or no. Then a stretcher will come from grace to gather us up. We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty. If we say we can, we’re lying. If we say No, we don’t see it, That No will behead us And shut tight our window onto spirit. So let us rather not be sure of anything, Beside ourselves, and only that, so Miraculous beings come running to help. Crazed, lying in a zero circle, mute, We shall be saying finally, With tremendous eloquence, Lead us. When we have totally surrendered to that beauty, We shall be a mighty kindness. ↗

— Rumi

#rumi #beauty

Some Hindus have an elephant to show. No one here has ever seen an elephant. They bring it at night to a dark room. One by one, we go in the dark and come out saying how we experience the animal. One of us happens to touch the trunk. A water-pipe kind of creature. Another, the ear. A strong, always moving back and forth, fan-animal. Another, the leg. I find it still, like a column on a temple. Another touches the curve back. A leathery throne. Another, the cleverest, feels the tusk. A rounded sword made of porcelain. He is proud of his description. Each of us touches one place and understands the whole in that way. The palm and the fingers feeling in the dark are how the senses explore the reality of the elephant. If each of us held a candle there, and if we went in together, we could see it. ↗

— Rumi

#experience

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. ↗

— Rumi

#rumi #manifestation

The cure for our modern maladies is dirt under the fingernails and the feel of thick grass between the toes. The cure for our listlessness is to be out within the invigorating wind. The cure for our uselessness is to take back up our stewardship; for it is not that there has been no work to be done, we simply have not been attending to it. ↗

— L.M. Browning

#cure #faith #god #l-m-browning #meaning

…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. ↗

— Coleman Barks

#rumi #spirituality #life

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

— Rumi

#love #love-is-like-a-lawsuit #rumi #love

Love calls - everywhere and always. We're sky bound. Are you coming? ↗

— Rumi

#love