Rumi

You have forgotten the Onewho doesn't care about ownership,who doesn't try to turn a profitfrom every human exchange.

In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. Don't run away from this dying. Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat.

The ground's generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground.

You think of yourselfas a citizen of the universe.You think you belong to this world of dust and matter.Out of this dustyou have created a personal image,and have forgottenabout the essence of your true origin

Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation!

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.

This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.

Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled.There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled.You feel it, don't you?

Be empty of worrying.Think of who created thought!Why do you stay in prisonWhen the door is so wide open?

The truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.