Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no we, no claim of being. — Rumi Copy Share Image
You are the root of heaven, the morning star, the bright moon, the house of endless Love — Rumi Copy Share Image
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. Welcome and entertain them all! — Rumi Copy Share Image
Submit to love without thinking, as the sun rose this morning recklessly extinguishing our star-candle minds. — Rumi Copy Share Image
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe… — Rumi Copy Share Image
There’s a morning when presence comes over your soul. You sing like a rooster in your earth-colored shape. Your heart hears and,… — 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
A new moon teaches gradualness and deliberation and how one gives birth to oneself slowly. Patience with small details makes perfect a… — Rumi Copy Share Image
I am the dust in the sunlight, I am the ball of the sun . . . I am the mist of… — 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
