All religions, all this singing One Song. The differences are just Illusion and vanity. The Sun’s light looks A little different on this wall than It does on that wall, And a lot different on this other one, But it’s … Continue reading →
O Sun, fill our house once more with light! Make happy all your friends and blind your foes! Rise from behind the hill, transform the stones To rubies and the sour grapes to wine! O Sun, make our vineyard … Continue reading →
You are an ocean in a drop of dew, all the universes in a thin sack of blood. What are these pleasures then, these joys, these worlds that you keep reaching for, hoping they will make you more alive? Rumi
the power of Love is exclusive to us, you can go back to sleep. I have been burnt by the fire of Love. You who have no such yearning in your heart, go back to sleep. The path of Love, has seventy-two … Continue reading →
You amuse me with your touch although I can’t see your hands. You have kissed me with tenderness although I haven’t seen your lips You are hidden from me. But it is you who keeps me alive Perhaps the time … Continue reading →
These spiritual window-shoppers, who idly ask, ‘How much is that?’ Oh, I’m just looking.
They handle a hundred items and put them down, shadows with no capital.
What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping.
But these walk into a shop,
and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment,
in that shop.
Where did you go? “Nowhere.”
What did you have to eat? “Nothing much.”
Even if you don’t know what you want,
buy something, to be part of the exchanging flow.
Start a huge, foolish project,
It makes absolutely no difference
what people think of you.
Book: The Essential Rumi by Rumi
By day I praised you and never knew it. By night I stayed with you and never knew it. I always thought that I was me—but no, I was you and never knew it. Rumi Translated by Shahram Shiva
You who have no Love in your heart, you can go back to sleep.
The man I’ve been sleeping with loves when I play with his balls. He enjoys when I lick them hard, when I lick behind them hard, and also when I try to put them both in my mouth, suck on them, and allow them to pop out of my mouth.
Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship. –
Thinking gives off smoke to prove the existence of fire. A mystic sits inside the burning. There are wonderful shapes in rising smoke that imagination loves to watch. But it’s a mistake to leave the fire for that filmy sight. … Continue reading →
First he appeared in the realm inanimate;
Thence came into the world of plants and lived
The plant-life many a year, nor caled to mind
What he had been; then took the onward way
To animal existence, and once more
Remembers naught of what life vegetive,
Save when he feels himself moved with desire
Towards it in the season of sweet flowers,
As babes that seek the breast and know not why.
Again the wise Creator whom thou knowest
Uplifted him from animality
To Man’s estate; and so from realm to realm
Advancing, he became intelligent,
Cunning and keen of wit, as he is now.
No memory of his past abides with him,
And from his present soul he shall be changes.
Though he is fallen asleep, God will not leave him
In this forgetfulness. Awakened, he
Will laugh to think what troublous dreams he had.
And wonder how his happy state of being
He could forget, and not perceive that all
Those pains and sorrows were the effect of sleep
And guile and vain illusion. So this world
Seems lasting, though ’tis but the sleepers’ dream;
Who, when the appointed Day shall dawn, escapes
From dark imaginings that haunted him,
And turns with laughter on his phantom griefs
When he beholds his everlasting home.