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“الله يجمع بيننا, و يفرق البعد عن بيننا, سَنَة الوصل سِنَة , و سِنَة الهجر سَنَة”
― رسائل مولانا جلال الدين الرومي
― رسائل مولانا جلال الدين الرومي
“Why should I seek more?
I am the same as he.
His essence speaks through me.
I have been looking for myself.”
― The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
I am the same as he.
His essence speaks through me.
I have been looking for myself.”
― The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
“Words are the shadow of reality, a mere branch of reality. Since the shadow draws, how much more the reality!
Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words. If someone should see a hundred thousand miracles and divine blessings, still, without an inner connection to that saint or prophet who was the source of those miracles, all these phenomena would come to nothing. It is this inward element that draws and moves us.”
― It Is What It Is: The Personal Discourses of Rumi
Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words. If someone should see a hundred thousand miracles and divine blessings, still, without an inner connection to that saint or prophet who was the source of those miracles, all these phenomena would come to nothing. It is this inward element that draws and moves us.”
― It Is What It Is: The Personal Discourses of Rumi
“Last year I admired wines.
This year I am wandering inside the red world.
Last year I gazed at the fire.
This year I am burnt kabob.
Thirst drove me down to the water,
where I drank the moon's reflection.
Now I am a lion staring up
totally lost in love with the thing itself.
Do not ask questions about longing.
Look in my face.
Soul-drunk, body-ruined, these two
sit helpless in a wrecked wagon.
Neither knows how to fix it.
And my heart, I would say it is more
like a donkey sunk in a mudhole,
strugglings and miring deeper.
But listen to me. For one moment
quit being sad. Hear blessings
dropping their blossoms
around you. God.”
―
This year I am wandering inside the red world.
Last year I gazed at the fire.
This year I am burnt kabob.
Thirst drove me down to the water,
where I drank the moon's reflection.
Now I am a lion staring up
totally lost in love with the thing itself.
Do not ask questions about longing.
Look in my face.
Soul-drunk, body-ruined, these two
sit helpless in a wrecked wagon.
Neither knows how to fix it.
And my heart, I would say it is more
like a donkey sunk in a mudhole,
strugglings and miring deeper.
But listen to me. For one moment
quit being sad. Hear blessings
dropping their blossoms
around you. God.”
―
Traditional Studies
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Why are you knocking at every other door ? go, knock at the door of your own heart. ~ Rumi For all Muslim on Good Reads to get together and talk abo ...more
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Methodology to How Love & Life From RUMI as Iranian Great Poets - Mysticism LINK for ENGLISH languages: http://www.towheed.org/molavi.html Also vis ...more
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