Physical existence is so cramped.We grow old and bent over like embryos.Nine months passes;it is time to be born. The lamb wants… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Like the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean-the ocean of the soul. How could this bird, born from that… — Rumi Copy Share Image
The feelings trembled and flapped in his chest like a bird newly put in a cage. — Rumi Copy Share Image
I am a bird of God's garden and I do not belong to this dusty world For a day or two they… — Rumi Copy Share Image
The Ripe FigNow that You live here in my chest,anywhere we sit is a mountaintop.And those other images,which have enchanted peoplelike porcelain… — Rumi Copy Share Image
While still in the cage of your being behold the spirit bird before it flies away. — Rumi Copy Share Image
Make my heart, O heart of the universe, a divine bird that nests only on the throne of God. — Rumi Copy Share Image
When the rose is gone and the garden faded you will no longer hear the nightingale's song. The Beloved is all; the… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Never be without remembrance of Him, for His remembrance gives strength and wings to the bird of the Spirit. — Rumi Copy Share Image
A moment of happiness, you and I sitting on the verandah, apparently two, but one in soul, you and I. We feel… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Tie two birds together. They will not be able to fly, even though they now have four wings. — Rumi Copy Share Image
And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. — Rumi Copy Share Image
We began as mineral. We emerged into plant life, and into the animal state, and then into being human, and always we have forgotten… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you... This turning toward what you deeply love saves you. — Rumi Copy Share Image
“You’ve so distracted me, your absence fans my love. Don’t ask how. Then you come near. “Do not…” I say, and “Do not…,” you… — Rumi Copy Share Image
There is something to be said for anyone who sits alone with dignity and silently begs for God. — Rumi Copy Share Image
Tis easy to break an idol, very easy: to regard the self as easy to subdue is folly, folly. — Rumi Copy Share Image
