The cure for the pain is in the pain.
Rumi
Profession: Poet Nationality: Persian
In your light I learn how to love.
The truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.
The time has come to turn your heart into a temple of fire.
Flowering. Love cannot be held long within categories, likewise the poetry celebrating love. You might say that love loves confusion and not be far wrong. Love is metamorphosis, rapid and radical, agile, full of vigor and levity.
These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.
Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.
Till man destroys “selfhe is no true friend of God.
Choose a master, for without him this journey is full of tribulations, fears, and dangers. With no escort, you would be lost on a road you would have already taken. Do not travel alone on the Path.
Don't complain about autumn. Walk with grief like a good friend. Listen to what he says. Sometimes the cold and dark of a cave give the opening we most want.
It's 4 A.M. Nasruddin leaves the tavern and walks the town aimlessly. A policeman stops him. Why are you out wandering the streets in the middle of the night? Sir, replies Nasruddin, if I knew the answer to that question, I would have been home hours ago!
If one sense breaks free from its bonds having a glimpse of the invisible it makes it apparent to all the others. You have seen how when one sheep jumps over the creek the whole flock follows. So drive the flock of your senses to pasture and let them graze on the heavenly flowers in the Garden of Truth.
I belong to no religion. My religion is love. Every heart is my temple.
Come against your will' is the toggle of the intellect; 'come willingly' is the spring-time of those who have lost their hearts.
When a bird gets free, it does not go back for remnants left on the bottom of the cage.
