When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.

Rumi

Rumi

Profession: Poet
Nationality: Persian


When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot i.. Rumi

Some suggestions for you :

Put your thoughts to sleep, do not let them cast a shadow over the moon of your heart. Let go of thinking.

Every moment a taste of that beauty in our mouths, another stashed in a pocket. Impossible to say what: no cypress so handsome, no sunlight, a lonely hiddenness. Other pleasure gathers a crowd, starts a fight, lots of noise there. But soul beauty stays quiet..his amazing whereabouts unknown inside my heart.

Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.

Come to the orchard in spring. There is light and wine and sweethearts in the pomegranate flowers. If you do not come, these do not matter. If you do come, these do not matter.

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

Shine like the whole universe is yours.

God's jealousy's* the cause—what can one do! Which heart by His love wasn't torn in two!

Master your vicious ego and judgmental mind then with clear purpose, silent and alone you can start on your journey toward Spirit.

Whoever's calm and sensible is insane!

Study me as much as you like, you will never know me, for I differ a hundred ways from what you see me to be. Put yourself behind my eyes, and see me as I see myself, for I have chosen to dwell in a place you cannot see.

If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.

Be soulful. Be kind. Be in love.

You that give new life to this planet, you that transcend logic, come. I am only an arrow. Fill your bow with me and let fly.

You are not one you are a thousand. Just light your lantern.