Is there anyone who ever understood the Divine Feminine more so than the great Rumi? This page is dedicated to Rumi’s inspired sayings and poems. May these timeless words, infinite wisdom and Truth continue to inspire your Heart.
I want to see you.
Know your voice.
Recognize you when you
first come ’round the corner.
Sense your scent when I come
into a room you’ve just left.
Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.
Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.
I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.
There is a community of the spirit.
Join it, and feel the delight
of walking in the noisy street
and being the noise.
Drink all your passion,
and be a disgrace.
Close both eyes
to see with the other eye
Where the lips are silent the heart has a thousand tongues.
This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor…Welcome and entertain them all. Treat each guest honorably. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.
I have lived on the lip
of insanity, wanting to know reasons,
knocking on a door. It opens.
I’ve been knocking from the inside.
Reason is powerless in the expression of Love.
Suffering is a gift. In it is hidden mercy.
Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.
Try not to resist the changes that come your way. Instead let life live through you. And do not worry that your life is turning upside down. How do you know that the side you are used to is better than the one to come?
Gamble everything for love, if you are a true human being. If not, leave this gathering. Half-heartedness doesn’t reach into majesty.
Truth lifts the heart, like water refreshes thirst.
Sit quietly and listen for a voice that will say, “Be more silent.” As that happens, your soul starts to revive.
Both light and shadow are the dance of Love.
How does a part of the world leave the world?
How can wetness leave water?
Do not try to put out a fire
by throwing on more fire.
Do not wash a wound with blood.
No matter how fast you run,
your shadow more than keeps up.
Sometimes it’s in front.
Only full, overhead sun
diminishes your shadow.
But that shadow has been serving you.
What hurts you blesses you.
Darkness is your candle.
Your boundaries are your quest.
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,and I intend to end up there.
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.
Shut your eyes so the heart may become your eye, and with that vision look upon another world. If you can step away from your need for self-approval, all that you do, top to bottom, will be approved.
You wander from room to room
Hunting for the diamond necklace
That is already around your neck!
Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.
Wherever you are, and whatever you do, be in love.
Within tears, find hidden laughter
Seek treasures amid ruins, sincere one.
The cure for pain is in the pain.
They say there is a doorway from heart to heart, but what is the use of a door when there are no walls?
Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.
The moon stays bright when it doesn’t avoid the night.
You think because you understand ‘one’ you must also understand ‘two’, because one and one make two. But you must also understand ‘and’.
You are a volume in the divine book
A mirror to the power that created the universe
Whatever you want, ask it of yourself
Whatever you’re looking for can only be found
Inside of you.
Soul, if you want to learn secrets, your heart must forget about shame and dignity.
You are God’s lover, yet you worry what people are saying.
Oh my friend, all that you see of me is a shell, the rest belongs to love.
Why struggle to open a door between us when the whole wall is an illusion?
I am not from east or west
not up from the ground
or out of the ocean
my place is placeless
a trace of the traceless
I belong to the beloved
Is it really so that the one I love is everywhere?
You were born with potential.
You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness.
You were born with wings.
You are not meant for crawling, so don’t.
You have wings.
Learn to use them and fly.
There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can’t hope.
The hopers would feel slighted if they knew.
When you feel a peaceful joy, that’s when you are near truth.
Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.
Put your thoughts to sleep,
do not let them cast a shadow
over the moon of your heart.
Let go of thinking.
These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.
God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches by means of opposites so that you will have two wings to fly, not one.
I am your moon and your moonlight too
I am your flower garden and your water too
I have come all this way, eager for you
Without shoes or shawl
I want you to laugh
To kill all your worries
To love you
To nourish you.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
Learn the alchemy true human beings know. The moment you accept what troubles you’ve been given the door with open.
The rose’s rarest essence lives in the thorns.
When the rose is gone and the garden faded
you will no longer hear the nightingale’s song.
The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.
The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.
If love withholds its strengthening care,
the lover is left like a bird without care,
the lover is left like a bird without wings.
How will I be awake and aware
if the light of the Beloved is absent?
Love wills that this Word be brought forth.
This is love:
to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of life.
In the end, to take a step without feet;
to regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to be the self.
Heart, I said, what a gift it has been
to enter this circle of lovers,
to see beyond seeing itself,
to reach and feel within the breast.
Don’t make the body do what the spirit does best, and don’t put a big load on the spirit that the body could easily carry.
I am your lover, come to my side, I will open the gate to your love.
Come settle with me, let us be neighbors to the stars.
You have been hiding so long, endlessly drifting in the sea of my love.
Even so, you have always been connected to me.
Concealed, revealed, in the unknown, in the un-manifest.
I am life itself. You have been a prisoner of a little pond,
I am the ocean and its turbulent flood. Come merge with me,
leave this world of ignorance. Be with me, I will open the gate to your love.
When one sense perceives the hidden, the invisible world becomes apparent to the whole.
Now be silent.
Let the One who creates the words speak.
He made the door.
He made the lock.
He also made the key.
Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Don’t claim them. Feel the artistry moving through and be silent.
True beauty is a ray that springs from the sacred depths of the soul, and illuminates the body,
just as life springs from the kernel of a stone and gives color and scent to a flower.
To Love is to be God.
Never will a Lover’s chest
feel any sorrow.
Never will a Lover’s robe
be touched by mortals.
Never will a Lover’s body
be found buried in the earth.
To Love is to be God.
Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his heart, and that depends upon how much he has polished it. Whoever has polished it more sees more – more unseen forms become manifest to him.
There’s a morning when presence comes over your soul.
You sing like a rooster in your earth-colored shape.
Your heart hears and, no longer frantic, begins to dance.
Love is the bridge between you and everything.
In your light I learn how to love.
Look carefully around you and recognize the luminosity of souls.
Sit beside those who draw you to that.
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.
Live where you fear to live.
Destroy your reputation.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
Everything in the universe is within you. Ask all from yourself.
Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.
And still, after all this time, the Sun has never said to the Earth,
“You owe me.”
Look what happens with love like that.
It lights up the sky.
Knock, And He’ll open the door
Vanish, And He’ll make you shine like the sun
Fall, And He’ll raise you to the heavens
Become nothing, And He’ll turn you into everything.
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.
What you seek is seeking you.
If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.
Only from the heart can you touch the sky.
When you go through a hard period,
When everything seems to oppose you,
… When you feel you cannot even bear one more minute,
NEVER GIVE UP!
Because it is the time and place that the course will divert!
Respond to every call that excites your spirit.
Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. Someone sober will worry about things going badly. Let the lover be.
Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall and falling,
they’re given wings.
Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.
Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds’ wings.
The universe and the light of the stars come through me.
The truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.
Do you know what you are?
You are a manuscript oƒ a divine letter.
You are a mirror reflecting a noble face.
This universe is not outside of you.
Look inside yourself;
everything that you want,
you are already that.
Love is the cure,
for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain
until your eyes constantly exhale love as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.
Moonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon;
How much it can fill your room depends on its windows.
Shine like the whole universe is yours.
This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.
Look past your thoughts, so you may drink the pure nectar of This Moment.
Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.
Whoever finds love
beneath hurt and grief
disappears into emptiness
with a thousand new disguises
Why am I seeking? I am the same as he. His essence speaks through me. I have been looking for myself.
The garden of the world has no limits, except in your mind.
The fault is in the one who blames. Spirit sees nothing to criticize.
Forget safety. Live where you fear to live.
Listen with ears of tolerance! See through the eyes of compassion! Speak with the language of love.
Everything you possess of skill, and wealth, and handicraft,
wasn’t it first merely a thought and a quest?
I once had a thousand desires. But in my one desire to know you all else melted away.
My place is the Placeless, my trace is the Traceless ;
‘Tis neither body nor soul, for I belong to the soul of the Beloved.
I have put duality away, I have seen that the two worlds are one;
One I seek, One I know, One I see, One I call.
I will soothe you and heal you,
I will bring you roses.
I too have been covered with thorns.
God picks up the reed-flute world and blows.
Each note is a need coming through one of us,
a passion, a longing pain.
Remember the lips
where the wind-breath originated,
and let your note be clear.
Don’t try to end it.
Be your note.
The soul is here for its own joy.
When soul rises
You feel the kiss
You have wanted
Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.
There came one and knocked at the door of the Beloved.
And a voice answered and said, ‘Who is there?’
The lover replied, ‘It is I.’
‘Go hence,’ returned the voice;
‘there is no room within for thee and me.’
Then came the lover a second time and knocked and again the voice demanded,
‘Who is there?’
He answered, ‘It is thou.’
‘Enter,’ said the voice, ‘for I am within.
The heart has its own language. The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak.
If you want to be more alive, love is the truest health.
Try something different. Surrender.
Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book nor from tongue. If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is illumination of heart.
Let go of your mind and then be mindful.
Close your ears and listen!
As you live Deeper in the Heart, the Mirror gets clearer and cleaner.
Nothing I say can explain to you Divine Love
Yet all of creation cannot seem to stop talking about it.
I searched for God and found only myself. I searched for myself and found only God.
Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me. Be silent.
Although the road is never ending
take a step and keep walking,
do not look fearfully into the distance…
On this path let the heart be your guide
for the body is hesitant and full of fear.
Your heart is the size of an ocean. Go find yourself in its hidden depths.
Your breath touched my soul and I saw beyond all limits.
Love asks us to enjoy our life
For nothing good can come of death.
Who is alive? I ask.
Those who are born of love.
Seek us in love itself,
Seek love in us ourselves.
Sometimes I venerate love,
Sometimes it venerates me.
Whenever we manage to love without expectations,
calculations, negotiations, we are indeed in heaven.
What strikes the oyster shell does not damage the pearl.
Woman is the light of God.
Every story is us.
You are the Essence of the Essence,
The intoxication of Love.
I long to sing Your Praises
but stand mute
with the agony of wishing in my heart!
Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you… This turning toward what you deeply love saves you.
If Light Is In Your Heart
You Will Find Your Way Home.
There is little one can say about love. It has to be lived, and it’s always in motion.
Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives.
Love rests on no foundation. It is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end.
With passion pray.
With passion make love.
With passion eat and drink and dance and play.
Why look like a dead fish
in this ocean of God?
Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Don’t claim them. Feel the artistry moving through and be silent. Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
Your body is away from me,
but there is a window open
from my heart to yours.
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.