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“There are two ways to get enough. One is to continue to accumulate more and more. The other is to desire less.”
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“If I flinched at every grief, I would be an intelligent idiot.
If I were not the sun, I’d ebb and flow like sadness.
If you were not my guide, I’d wander lost in Sanai.
If there were no light, I’d keep opening and closing the door.
If there were no rose garden, where would the morning breezes go?
If love did not want music and laughter and poetry, what would I say?
If you were not medicine, I would look sick and skinny.
If there were no leafy limbs in the air, there would be no wet roots.
If no gifts were given, I’d grow arrogant and cruel.
If there were no way into God, I would not have lain in the grave of this body so long.
If there were no way from left to right, I could not
be swaying with the grasses.
If there were no grace and no kindness, conversation would be useless, and nothing we do would matter.
Listen
to the new stories that begin every day.
If light were not beginning again in the east,
I would not now wake and walk out inside this dawn.”
― The Soul of Rumi: A New Collection of Ecstatic Poems
If I were not the sun, I’d ebb and flow like sadness.
If you were not my guide, I’d wander lost in Sanai.
If there were no light, I’d keep opening and closing the door.
If there were no rose garden, where would the morning breezes go?
If love did not want music and laughter and poetry, what would I say?
If you were not medicine, I would look sick and skinny.
If there were no leafy limbs in the air, there would be no wet roots.
If no gifts were given, I’d grow arrogant and cruel.
If there were no way into God, I would not have lain in the grave of this body so long.
If there were no way from left to right, I could not
be swaying with the grasses.
If there were no grace and no kindness, conversation would be useless, and nothing we do would matter.
Listen
to the new stories that begin every day.
If light were not beginning again in the east,
I would not now wake and walk out inside this dawn.”
― The Soul of Rumi: A New Collection of Ecstatic Poems
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