No need to wait until we die! There’s more to want here than money and being famous and bites of roasted meat. Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207 – 1273)

No need to wait until we die! There’s more to want here than money and being famous and bites of roasted meat. Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207 – 1273)
Remember Unity until you forget separation. Then you may lose your way in the Named, without the side-trip of namer and name. Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207 – 1273)
Don’t grieve for what doesn’t come. Some things that don’t happen Keep disasters from happening. Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207 – 1273)
I saw you last night in the gathering, but could not take you openly in my arms, so I put my lips next to your cheek, pretending to talk privately. Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207 – 1273)
But the body’s desires, in another way, are like an unpredictable associate, whom you must be patient with. And that companion is helpful, because patience expands your capacity to love and feel peace. Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207 – 1273)
Always check your inner state with the lord of your heart. Copper doesn’t know it’s copper, until it’s changed to gold. Your loving doesn’t know its majesty, until it knows its helplessness. If the beloved is everywhere, the lover is a veil, but when living itself becomes the Friend, lovers disappear. Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207 – 1273)
And don’t look for me in a human shape. I am inside your looking. No room for form with love this strong. Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207 – 1273)
If you want what visible reality can give, you’re an employee. If you want the unseen world, you’re not living your truth. Both wishes are foolish, but you’ll be forgiven for forgetting that what you really want is love’s confusing joy. Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207 – 1273)
The way of love is not a subtle argument. The door there is devastation. Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall, and falling, they’re given wings. Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207 – 1273)
I am so small I can barely be seen. How can this great love be inside me? Look at your eyes. They are small, but they see enormous things. Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207 – 1273)