We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water. Milk drinkers draw close to the mother. Muslims, Christians, Jews, Buddhists,… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Tree limbs rise and fall like the ecstatic arms of those who have submitted to the mystical life. Leaf sounds talk together… — Rumi Copy Share Image
There is an unseen sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness. We are lutes. When the sound box is filled, no music can come… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Be kind to yourself, dear - to our innocent follies. Forget any sounds or touch you knew that did not help you… — Rumi Copy Share Image
I’ve been looking for a long, long time, for this thing called love, I’ve ridden comets across the sky, and I’ve looked… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Since I was cut from the reedbed I have made this crying sound. Anyone separated from someone he loves understands what I… — Rumi Copy Share Image
My boat strikes something deep. At first sounds of silence, waves. Nothing has happened; Or perhaps everything has happened. and I am… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Drum sound rises on the air, its throb, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, "I know you're tired, but come.… — 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
