By love, bitter things are made sweet and copper turns to gold. By love, the sediment becomes clear and torment is removed. By love, the dead are made to live. By love, the sovereign is made a slave. Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207 – 1273)

By love, bitter things are made sweet and copper turns to gold. By love, the sediment becomes clear and torment is removed. By love, the dead are made to live. By love, the sovereign is made a slave. Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207 – 1273)
Keep knocking, and the joy inside will eventually open a window and look out to see who’s there. Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207 – 1273)
True seekers keep riding straight through, whereas big, lazy, self-worshiping geese unload their pack animals in a farmyard and say, “This is far enough.” Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207 – 1273)
An empty mirror and your worst destructive habits, when they are held up to each other, that’s when the real making begins. That’s what art and crafting are. A tailor needs a torn garment to practice his expertise. The trunks of trees must be cut and cut again so they can be used for fine carpentry. Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207 […]
The beast you ride is your various appetites, change your wantings. When you prune weak branches, the remaining fruit get tastier. Lust can be redirected, so that even when it takes you backward, it goes toward shelter. A strong intention can make “two oceans wide” be the size of a blanket, or “seven hundred years” the time it takes to […]
There is nothing worse than thinking you are well enough. More than anything, self-complacency blocks the workmanship. Put your vileness up to a mirror and weep. Get that self-satisfaction flowing out of you! Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207 – 1273)
The body is a device to calculate the astronomy of the spirit. Look through that astrolabe and become oceanic. Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207 – 1273)
You’re water. We’re the millstone. You’re wind. We’re dust blown up into shapes. You’re spirit. We’re the opening and closing of our hands. You’re the clarity. We’re this language that tries to say it. You’re joy. We’re all the different kinds of laughing. Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207 – 1273)
Language does not touch the one who lives in each of us. Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207 – 1273)
You are not a prophet, but go humbly on the way of the prophets, and you can arrive where they are. Don’t try to steer the boat. Don’t open a shop by yourself. Listen. Keep silent. You are not God’s mouthpiece. Try to be an ear, and if you do speak, ask for explanations. Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207 – 1273)