The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

Rumi

Rumi

Profession: Poet
Nationality: Persian

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Your light is more magnificent than sunrise or sunset.

You are the Universe in Ecstatic Motion.

Wherever you go, you are with me still, you who are my eyes and my brightness; if you will, draw me to drunkenness, if you will, transport me to annihilation.

There is one way of breathing that is shameful and constricted. Then, there's another way: a breath of love that takes you all the way to infinity.

The lover's ailment is separate from all other ailments: love is the astrolabe of the mysteries of God.

Every moment I shape my destiny with a chisel, I am a carpenter of my own soul.

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?

What messages are momently flashing from his eyes to mine— may my eyes be gladdened and intoxicated by his message!

When the light returns to its source, it takes nothing of what it has illuminated.

Once you have met a true human being, let him not disappear from the horizon of your heart.

Don't worry about saving these songs! And if one of our instruments breaks, it doesn't matter. We have fallen into the place where everything is music. The strumming and the flute notes rise into the atmosphere, and even if the whole world's harps should burn up, there will still be hidden instruments playing.

Why ever talk of miracles when you are destined to become infinite love.

Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again , come , come.

I swear, since seeing Your face, the whole world is fraud and fantasy The garden is bewildered as to what is leaf or blossom. The distracted birds can't distinguish the birdseed from the snare. A house of love with no limits, a presence more beautiful than venus or the moon, a beauty whose image fills the mirror of the heart.