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“What else can I say?
You will only hear
what you are ready to hear.
Don’t nod your head,
Don’t try to fool me—
the truth of what you see
is written all over your face!”
Rumi, Rumi: In the Arms of the Beloved
“In the heavens I see your eyes,
In your eyes I see the heavens.

Why look for another Moon or another Sun?—
What I see will always be enough for me.”
Rumi, Rumi: In the Arms of the Beloved
“Lose yourself,
Lose yourself in this love.
When you lose yourself in this love,
you will find everything.

Lose yourself,
Lose yourself.
Do not fear this loss,
For you will rise from the earth
and embrace the endless heavens.

Lose yourself,
Lose yourself.
Escape from this earthly form,
For this body is a chain
and you are its prisoner.
Smash through the prison wall
and walk outside with the kings and princes.

Lose yourself,
Lose yourself at the foot of the glorious King. When you lose yourself
before the King
you will become the King.

Lose yourself,
Lose yourself.
Escape from the black cloud
that surrounds you.
Then you will see your own light
as radiant as the full moon.

Now enter that silence.
This is the surest way
to lose yourself. . . .

What is your life about, anyway?—
Nothing but a struggle to be someone,
Nothing but a running from your own silence.”
Rumi, Rumi: In the Arms of the Beloved
“Why are you so enchanted by this world
when a mine of gold lies within you?”
Rumi, Rumi: In the Arms of the Beloved
“Then I looked within my own heart
and there I found Him—
He was nowhere else.”
Rumi, Rumi: In the Arms of the Beloved
“I once had a thousand desires,
But in my one desire to know you
all else melted away.
The pure essence of your being
has taken over my heart and soul.
Now there is no second or third,
only the sound of your sweet cry.
Through your grace I have found
a treasure within myself.
I have found the truth of the Unseen world.
I have come upon the eternal ecstasy.
I have gone beyond the ravages of time.
I have become one with you!
Now my heart sings,
“I am the soul of the world.”
Rumi, Rumi: In the Arms of the Beloved
“Last night I learned how to be a lover of God,
To live in this world and call nothing my own.

I looked inward
And the beauty of my own emptiness
filled me till dawn.
It enveloped me like a mine of rubies.
Its hue clothed me in red silk.

Within the cavern of my soul
I heard the voice of a lover crying,
“Drink now! Drink now!”—

I took a sip and saw the vast ocean—
Wave upon wave caressed my soul.
The lovers of God dance around
And the circle of their steps
becomes a ring of fire round my neck.

Heaven calls me with its rain and thunder—
a hundred thousand cries
yet I cannot hear.....

All I hear is the call of my Beloved.”
Rumi, Rumi: In the Arms of the Beloved
“Whatever picture you paint
or poem you write
He is beyond that.
Whatever height you can reach,
He is higher than your 'highest'.

Get rid of your talking and your books—
it is far better
to let Him be your book.”
Rumi, Rumi: In the Arms of the Beloved
“I am totally lost in the folds of Love,
totally free of worry and care.

I have passed beyond the four qualities.
My heart has torn away the veil of pretense.

There was a time I circled with the nine spheres, rolling with the stars across the sky.
There was a time I stayed by his side—
I lived in his world
and he gave me everything.

With the best of intentions
I became a prisoner in this form.
How else did I get here?
What crime did I commit?
But I’d rather be in a prison with my Friend
than in a rosegarden all alone.

I came to this world
To have a sight of Joseph’s purity.
Like a baby born of its mother’s womb,
I was brought here with blood and tears.

People think they are born only once
But they have been here so many times.

In the cloak of this ragged body
I have walked countless paths.
How many times I have worn out this cloak!

With ascetics in the desert
I watched night turn into day.
With pagans in the temple
I slept at the foot of idols.

I’ve been a charlatan and a king;
I’ve been a healer, and fraught with disease.

I’ve been on my death-bed so many times. . . . Floating up like the clouds
Pouring down like the rain.

As a darvish I sought the dust of annihilation
but it never touched my robe.
So I gathered armfuls of roses
in this faded garden of existence.

I am not of wind nor fire
nor of the stormy seas.
I am not formed out of painted clay.
I am not even Shams-e Tabriz—

I am the essence of laughter,
I am pure light.

Look again if you see me—
It’s not me you have seen!”
Rumi, Rumi: In the Arms of the Beloved
“A fish wants to dive from dry land
into the ocean
when it hears the roaring waves.
A falcon wants to return from the forest
to the King’s wrist
when it hears the drum beating “Return.”
A Sufi, shimmering with light,
wants to dance like a sunbeam
when darkness surrounds him.”
Rumi, Rumi: In the Arms of the Beloved
“Remember me.

I will be with you in the grave
on the night you leave behind
your shop and your family.
When you hear my soft voice
echoing in your tomb,
you will realize
that you were never hidden from my eyes.
I am the pure awareness within your heart,
with you during joy and celebration,
suffering and despair.

On that strange and fateful night
you will hear a familar voice --
you'll be rescued from the fangs of snakes
and the searing sting of scorpions.
The euphoria of love will sweep over your grave;
it will bring wine and friends, candles and food.

When the light of realization dawns,
shouting and upheaval
will rise up from the graves!
The dust of ages will be stirred
by the cities of ecstasy,
by the banging of drums,
by the clamor of revolt!

Dead bodies will tear off their shrouds
and stuff their ears in fright--
What use are the senses and the ears
before the blast of that Trumpet?

Look and you will see my form
whether you are looking at yourself
or toward that noise and confusion.

Don't be blurry-eyed,
See me clearly-
See my beauty without the old eyes of delusion.

Beware! Beware!
Don't mistake me for this human form.
The soul is not obscured by forms.
Even if it were wrapped in a hundred folds of felt
the rays of the soul's light
would still shine through.

Beat the drum,
Follow the minstrels of the city.
It's a day of renewal
when every young man
walks boldly on the path of love.

Had everyone sought God
Instead of crumbs and copper coins
T'hey would not be sitting on the edge of the moat
in darkness and regret.

What kind of gossip-house
have you opened in our city?
Close your lips
and shine on the world
like loving sunlight.

Shine like the Sun of Tabriz rising in the East.
Shine like the star of victory.
Shine like the whole universe is yours!”
Rumi, Rumi: In the Arms of the Beloved
“See that caravan of camels
loaded with sugar?--
His eyes contain that much sweetness.
But don't look into His eyes
unless you're ready to lose all sight of your own.”
Rumi, Rumi: In the Arms of the Beloved
“A poet I am not!
My verses aren’t worth
a piece of bread.
I don’t seek praise,
I don’t run from blame—
both are worthless to me.

All my skill and poetry
fit into a single cup—
Unless the wine comes from the Beloved’s hand
I will not drink one sip of it!”
Rumi, Rumi: In the Arms of the Beloved
“For ages you have come and gone
courting this delusion.
For ages you have run from the pain
and forfeited the ecstasy.
So come, return to the root of the root
of your own soul.”
Rumi, Rumi: In the Arms of the Beloved
“I'll accept your kindness,
I'll accept your insult.
I'll accept whatever you have to give.

Your radiance shines
in every atom of creation
yet our petty desires keep it hidden.”
Rumi, Rumi: In the Arms of the Beloved
“Your heart is the size of an ocean—
Go find the gem hidden in your depths!

Your open mouth cries like a seashell:
'That heart is too small for me!'
That heart contains the whole universe,
How could it be too small for you?”
Rumi, Rumi: In the Arms of the Beloved
“Be empty
and weep with the fullness of the reed flute.
Be empty
and discover the mysteries of the reed pen.”
Rumi, Rumi: In the Arms of the Beloved
“Although you appear in earthly form Your essence is pure Consciousness. You are the fearless guardian of Divine Light. So come, return to the root of the root of your own soul.”
Rumi, Rumi: In the Arms of the Beloved
“A fish wants to dive from dry land
into the ocean
when it hears the roaring waves.
A falcon wants to return from the forest
to the King’s wrist
when it hears the drum beating “Return.”
A Sufi, shimmering with light,
wants to dance like a sunbeam
when darkness surrounds him.”
Rumi, Rumi: In the Arms of the Beloved
“O soul, leave behind this world of separation
and come with us to the world of union.
How long will you play in this dusty world
like a child filling his skirt with worthless stones?

Cast away the burdens of the earth
and fly upward toward heaven!
Put away your childish care
and join the royal banquet.

Behold the countless ways this body has entrapped you!
Break its deadly hold.
Rise up, lift your head clear of this delusion.”
Rumi, Rumi: In the Arms of the Beloved
“Don’t ask me about prayer rocks—
Anyplace I put my head is a prayer rock.
Don’t talk of direction—
All six directions face Him.

Gardens, flames, nightingale,
whirling dance, and brotherhood—
Throw all these away
and throw yourself into His love.”
Rumi, Rumi: In the Arms of the Beloved
“You are two hands, two legs, and two eyes,
But if your heart and the Beloved are also two,
what good is that?

You call out, 'I am the lover',
but these are mere words.
If you see lover and Beloved as two,
you either have double vision
or you can't count.”
Rumi, Rumi: In the Arms of the Beloved