Rumi
Let yourself be silently drawnby the stronger pull of what you really love. —Rumi, The Essential Rumi. Trans. Coleman Barks. HarperSanFrancisco (1994).
Let yourself be silently drawnby the stronger pull of what you really love. —Rumi, The Essential Rumi. Trans. Coleman Barks. HarperSanFrancisco (1994).
Come, come, whoever you are.Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.It doesn’t matter.Ours is not a caravan of despair.Come, even if you have broken your vow a hundred times.Come, yet again, come, come. —Rumi
Alone, every person stays quiet.Nobody speaks to a closed door. — Rumi, from “The Talking,” Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart (HarperOne, 2007)
If you asked for a few words of comfort andguidance I would quickly kneel by your sideand offer you a whole book … — Hafez, from “Companion for LIfe,” Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems, eds. Phyliis Cole-Davis & Ruby R. Wilson (Grayson Books, 2017)
In a room the size of one lonelinessmy heartthe size of one lovelooks at the simple pretexts of its happiness,at the fading of the beauty of the flowers in the vaseat the sapling you planted in the garden of our houseat the song of the canariesthat sing to the size of one window. —Forugh Farrokhzad,… Continue reading Forugh Farrokhzad
There are amazing things in the ocean,and there is one who is the ocean. — , from “Earsight,” Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart (HarperOne, 2007)
Choose love! Choose love!Enter the rose garden,let your soul make peace with the thorns. — Rumi, The Forbidden Rumi: The Suppressed Poems of Rumi on Love, Heresy, and Intoxication. (Inner Traditions; Tra edition, February 14, 2006)
Make me sweet againFragrant, fresh, wildAnd thankful for any small event — Rumi
A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home. — Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing. (Harper One, 2003)
Your love Should never be offered to the mouth of a Stranger, Only to someone Who has the valor and daring To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife Then weave them into a blanket To protect you. — Hafez