When the ocean surges, don't let me just hear it. Let it splash inside my chest! — 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
Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root… — Rumi Copy Share Image
I do not know who lives here in my chest, or why the smile comes. I am not myself, more the bare… — Rumi Copy Share Image
What was said to the rose that made it open, was said to me, here in my chest. — 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
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
Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you... This turning toward what you deeply love saves you. — Rumi Copy Share
“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
There is something to be said for anyone who sits alone with dignity and silently begs for God. — Rumi Copy Share
Tis easy to break an idol, very easy: to regard the self as easy to subdue is folly, folly. — Rumi Copy Share
Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what's hidden. — Rumi Copy Share
If your heart isn't yet illumined Be awake always, be a seeker of the heart, Be at war continually with your carnal soul. But… — Rumi Copy Share
“I came back to You because I could not find the kind and decent things I found in You anywhere else.” — Rumi Copy Share
