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“Be a helpful friend,
and you will become a green tree
with always new fruit,
always deeper journeys into love.”
Rumi, Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart
“From 'A Bowl Fallen From the Roof'

Be quiet now and wait.
It may be that the ocean one,
the one we desire so to move into and become,
desires us out here on land a little longer,
going our sundry ways to the shore.
-Rumi”
Coleman Barks, Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart
“I came with many knots in my heart,
like the magician's rope.

You undid them all at once.
I see now the splendor of the student
and that of the teacher's art.

Love and this body sit inside your presence,
one demolished, the other drunk.

We smile. We weep, tree limbs
turning sere, then light green.”
Rumi, Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart
“Lovers find secret places
inside this violent world
where they make transactions
with beauty.

Reason says, Nonsense.
I have walked and measured the walls here.
There are no places like that.

Love says, There are.

Reason sets up a market
and begins doing business.
Love has more hidden work.

Hallaj steps away from the pulpit
and climbs the stairs of the gallows.

Lovers feel a truth inside themselves
that rational people keep denying.

It is reasonable to say, Surrender
is just an idea that keeps people from leading their lives.

Love responds, No. This thinking
is what is dangerous.

Using language obscures
what Shams came to give.

Every day the sun rises
out of low word-clouds
into burning silence.”
Rumi, Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart
“The flower that does not smile
at the branches withers.”
Rumi, Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart
“Someone asks me, What is love?
Do not look for an explanation.

Dissolve into me, and you will know
when it calls. Respond.

Walk out as a lion, as a rose.
Inhale autumn, long for spring.”
Rumi, Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart
“Come with me while the wine shop is still open.
We are dizzy with meeting each other.”
Rumi, Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart
tags: dizzy, wine
“I break out laughing. I frown.
I yell and scream. Sometimes,
if one jokes and giggles,
one causes war.

So I hide how tickled I am.
Tears well up in my eyes.

My body is a large city.
Much grieving in one sector.
I live in another part.

Lakewater.
Something on fire over here.

I am sour when you are sour,
sweet when you are sweet.

You are my face and my back.
Only through you can I know
this back-scratching pleasure.

Now people the likes of you and I
come clapping, inventing dances,
climbing into this high meadow.

I am a spoiled parrot who eats only candy.
I have no interest in bitter food.

Some have been given harsh knowledge. Not I.
Some are lame and jerking along.
I am smooth and glidingly quick.

Their road is full of washed-out places
and long inclines. Mine is
royally level, effortless.

The huge Jerusalem mosque stands inside me,
and women full of light.

Laughter leaps out.
It is the nature of the rose to laugh.
It cannot help but laugh.”
Rumi, Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart
“The moon splits open.
We move through, waterbirds rising
to look for another lake.

Or say we are living in a love-ocean,
where trust works to caulk our body-boat,
to make it last a little while,
until the inevitable shipwreck,
the total marriage, the death-union.

Dissolve in friendship,
like two drunkards fighting.

Do not look for justice here
in the jungle where your animal soul
gives you bad advice.

Drink enough wine so that you stop talking.
You are a lover, and love is a tavern
where no one makes much sense.

Even if the things you say are poems
as dense as sacks of Solomon's gold,
they become pointless.”
Rumi, Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart
“There is nothing I want but your presence.
In friendship, time dissolves.

Life is a cup. This connection
is pure wine. What else are cups for?

I used to have twenty thousand
different desires.”
Rumi, Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart
“A wealth you cannot imagine flows through you. Do not consider what strangers say. Be secluded in your secret heart-house, that bowl of silence. Talking, no matter how humble-seeming, is really a kind of bragging. Let silence be the art you practice. #54, I SEE THE FACE”
Rumi, Bridge to the Soul
“I hang here like Hallaj, feeling those lips
on me, the honor of being lifted up
on a crucifixion apple tree.

Now the kissing is over.
Fold your love in.
Hide it like pastry filling.

Whisper within with
a shy girl's tenderness”
Rumi, Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart
“Everybody is so beautifully
becoming themselves.”
Jalaluddin Rumi, Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart
“It is time for us to join the line
of your madmen all chained together.
Time to be totally free, and estranged.

Time to give up our souls,
to set fire to structures and run out in the street.

Time to ferment. How else can we leave
the world-vat and go to the lip?
We must die to become true human beings.”
Jalaluddin Rumi, Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart
“Sit near someone who has had the experience.
Sit under a tree with new blossoms.

Walking the section of the market
where chemists sell essences,
you will receive conflicting advice.

Go toward kindness.
If you are not sure where that is,
you will be drawn in by fakes.

They will take your money and sit you down
on their doorstep saying, I’ll be right back.
But they have another door they leave by.

Do not dip your cup in a pot
just because it has reached the simmering point.

Not every reed is sugarcane.
Not every under has an over.

Not every eye can see.
Or it may be you cannot thread the needle
because it already has thread in it.

Your loving alertness is a lantern.
Keep it protected from wind
that makes it crazy.

Instead of that airy commotion
live in the water that gently cools
as it flows. Be a helpful friend,
and you will become a green tree
with always new fruit,
always deeper journeys into love.”
Jalaluddin Rumi, Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart
“We have fallen into the sugar shaker.
We are the ground beneath you.
Let someone else describe the sky.

Hold us in silence.
Do no throw us back
into some discussion.”
Rumi, Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart
tags: sugar
“The looking itself is a trace
of what we are looking for.

Be quiet now and wait.
It may be that the ocean one,
the one that we desire so to move into and become,
desires us out here on land a little longer,
going our sundry roads to the shore.”
Rumi, Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart
“Some people say about human beings, 'Dust to dust'.
But how can that be true of one
who changes road dust to doorway?

The crop appears to be one thing
when it is still in the field.
Then the transformation time comes,
and we see how it is: half chaff, half grain.”
Rumi, Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart
“You that give new life to this planet, you that transcend logic, come. I am only an arrow. Fill your bow with me and let fly.”
Rumi, Bridge to the Soul
“I am the rose of eternity,
not made of water or fire,
not of the wandering wind
or even earth. I play with those.

I am not Shams of Tabriz,
but a light within his light.

If you see me, be careful.
Tell no one what you have seen.”
Jalaluddin Rumi, Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart
“For the grace of the presence, be grateful.
Touch the cloth of the robe,
but do not pull it toward you,
or like an arrow it will leave the bow.

Images. Presence plays with form,
fleeing and hiding as the sky does in water,
now one place, now nowhere.

Imagination cannot contain the absolute.
These poems are elusive
because the presence is.

I love the rose that is not a rose,
but the second I try to speak it, any name
for God becomes so-and-so, and vanishes.

What you thought to draw lifts off the paper,
as what you love slips from your heart.”
Jalaluddin Rumi, Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart
“Come out here where the roses have opened.
Let soul and world meet.

The sun has drawn a fine-tempered blade
of light. We may as well surrender.

Laugh at the ugly arrogance you see.
Weep for those separated from the friend.

The city seethes with rumor.
Some madman has escaped the prison.

Or is a revolution beginning?
What day is it?

Is this when all we have done and been
will be publicly known?

With no thinking and no emotion,
with no ideas about the soul,
and no language,
these drums are saying how empty we are.”
Jalaluddin Rumi, Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart
“The one my soul is searching for
is not here. Where has he gone?

The one like a lit candle,
like a seat with roses growing around it.

Our eyes look for that one first,
but I do not see him today.

Say his name. If anyone here
has kissed his hand, give us your blessing.

I do not know whether to be more grateful
for the existence of his face
or for what is inside that.

There is no one like him in the world.
But if there is no form for that now,
how is it everything turns
with the motion of his love?

Say all the possible nicknames
for Shams Tabriz.

Do not hide anything from one
who wants only to be in his presence.”
Jalaluddin Rumi, Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart
“You that give new life to this planet,
you that transcend logic, come. I am only
an arrow. Fill your bow with me and let fly.

Because of this love for you
my bowl has fallen from the roof.
Put down a ladder and collect the pieces, please.

People ask, But which roof is your roof?
I answer, Wherever the soul came from
and wherever it goes at night, my roof
is in that direction.

From wherever spring arrives to heal the ground,
from wherever searching rises in a human being.

The looking itself is a trace
of what we are looking for.

But we have been more like the man
who sits on his donkey
and asks the donkey where to go.

Be quiet now and wait.
It may be that the ocean one,
the one we desire so to move into and become,
desires us out here on land a little longer,
going our sundry roads to the shore.”
Jalaluddin Rumi, Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart
“You that change the dull field,
who give conversation to damaged ears,
make dying alive, award guardianship
to the wandering mind,
you who erase the five senses at night,
who give eyes allure and a blood clot wisdom,
who give the lover heroic strength,
you who hear what Sanai said,
Lose your life, if you seek eternity.

The master who teaches us
is absolute light, not this visibility.”
Jalaluddin Rumi, Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart
“This world of two gardens, both so beautiful.
This world, a street where a funeral is passing.

Let us rise together and leave this world,
as water goes bowing down itself to the sea.

From gardens to the gardener,
from grieving to a wedding feast.

We tremble like leaves about to let go.
There is no avoiding pain,
or feeling exiled, or the taste of dust.

But also we have a green-winged longing
for the sweetness of the friend.

These forms are evidence of what cannot be shown.”
Jalaluddin Rumi, Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart
“over the moon’s. Jupiter lifts a”
Rumi, Bridge to the Soul