Your Heart Knows

Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.

But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge.

You would know in words that which you have always known in thought.

You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.

And it is well you should.

The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;

And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.

But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;

And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.

For self is a sea boundless and measureless.

Say not, "I have found the truth," but rather, "I have found a truth."

Say not, "I have found the path of the soul." Say rather, 

"I have met the soul walking upon my path."

For the soul walks upon all paths.

The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.

The soul unfolds itself like a lotus of countless petals.

Khalil Ghibran

Love flows from God

Love flows from God to man without effort

As a bird glides through the air

Without moving its wings --

Thus they go whithersoever they will

United in body and soul

Yet in their form separate --

As the Godhead strikes the note

Humanity sings,

The Holy Spirit is the harpist

And all the strings must sound

Which are strung in love.

Metchilde de Magdeburg

The Dancing Cry Of The Soul

Love is the dancing cry of the soul, calling the body to worship

Like a shining whirlpool, or a spinning mayfly

So is love among the skies.

I leap across the mountaintops, madly singing the song of all songs

I float through the ether, intoxicated, thrilled

I think only of your love, your calling to me

And I dance the thousand dances of love, all returning to you.

It is not the play of children, nor the detached unity of wise sages

Unreal! Unnecessary!

Where is the beauty?

When I, like a glowing comet, may flash around your sun

Laughing, singing, with the joy of loving you!

Wine makes drunk the mind and body

But it is love which thrills the soul

When I approach you, I feel the mad pounding of love

The singing wonder

The joy which opens blossoms on the trees of the world.

Come to me, and I shall dance with you

In the temples, on the beaches, through the crowded streets

Be you man or woman, plant or animal, slave or free

I shall show you the brilliant crystal fires, shining within

I shall show you the beauty deep within your soul

I shall show the path beyond Heaven.

Only dance, and your illusions will blow in the wind

Dance, and make joyous the love around you

Dance, and your veils which hide the Light

Shall swirl in a heap at your feet.

~Rumi

The Root of Roots

The Root of the Root of Your Self

Don't go away, come near
Don't be faithless, be faithful.
Find the antidote in the venom.
Come to the root of the root of
your self.

Molded of clay, yet kneaded
from the substance of certainty,
a guard at the Treasury of Holy Light—
come, return to the root of the root of
your self.

Once you get hold of selflessness,
you'll be dragged from your ego
and freed from many traps.
Come, return to the root of the root of
your self.

You are born from the children of
of God's creation,
but you have fixed your sight too low.
How can you be happy?
Come, return to the root of the root of
your self.

Although you are a talisman protecting
a treasure,
you are also the mine.
Open your hidden eyes
and come to the root of the root of
your self.

You were born from a ray of God's
majesty
and have the blessings of a good star.
Why suffer at the hands of things that
don't exist?
Come, return to the root of the root of
your self.

You are a ruby embedded in granite.
How long will you pretend it isn't true?
We can see it in your eyes.
Come to the root of the root of
your self.

You came here from the presence of
that fine Friend,
a little drunk, but gentle, stealing our
hearts
with that look so full of fire; so
come, return to the root of the root of
your self.

Our master and host, Shamsi Tabrizi,
has put the eternal cup before you.
Glory be to God, what a rare wine!
So come, return to the root of the root
of your self

Rumi, translated by Kabir Hilminski

Gently, gently

Gently, gently

open your eyes

and look

at the face of Love,

look at

her intoxicating eyes.

Her smile has lured

thousands of hearts

into her infinite garden.

Come and let your lips taste

the sweetness of her fruit.

You will become drunk

on the scent of her roses

and dance like a willow

swaying in the wind.

Turn your eyes

from the world’s hunger

for pleasure

there is a deeper fulfillment

in the infinite mystery

of Love.

~ Rumi

They Have Different needs

They Have Different Needs
St John of the Cross

Some seeds beneath the earth are dormant

They fell the last time the cool air turned the leaves gold

Those seeds have different needs than we do

Let them go about their life

completely unharmed by your views

We have cracked open

we sensed even beneath the earth

the holy was near,

and reaching up to know

and claim light

as our self.

God Speaks to Each of Us

God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand.

First Love Story

“The minute I heard my first love story,

I started looking for you, not knowing

how blind that was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.

They're in each other all along.”

Rumi

Dark Night of the Soul

The Dark Night

One dark night, fired with love's urgent longings - ah, the sheer grace! - I went out unseen, my house being now all stilled. In darkness, and secure, by the secret ladder, disguised, - ah, the sheer grace! - in darkness and concealment, my house being now all stilled. On that glad night in secret, for no one saw me, nor did I look at anything with no other light or guide than the One that burned in my heart. This guided me more surely than the light of noon to where he was awaiting me - him I knew so well - there in a place where no one appeared. O guiding night! O night more lovely than the dawn! O night that has united the Lover with his beloved, transforming the Beloved into his Lover. Upon my flowering breast, which I kept wholly for him alone, there he lay sleeping, and I caressing him there in a breeze from the fanning cedars. When the breeze blew from the turret, as I parted his hair, it wounded my neck with its gentle hand, suspending all my senses. I abandoned and forgot myself, laying my face on my Beloved; all things ceased; I went out from myself, leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies.

I can not sleep

Rumi

I cannot sleep in your presence.
In your absence, tears prevent me.
You watch me My Beloved
On each sleepless night and
Only You see the difference
Looking at my life

I see that only Love

Has been my soul’s companion
From deep inside
My soul cries out:
Do not wait, surrender
For the sake of Love.

If you can’t smell the fragrance

Don’t come into the garden of Love.
If you’re unwilling to undress.Don’t enter into the stream of Truth.
Stay where you are.
Don’t come our way.
Unkempt, lovesick and in disgrace.
Without love there is nothing but grief.
In love… what else matters?

The way of our Prophet.Yet it is in our nature.
To fight with Love.We can’t see you, mother,
Hidden behind dark veilsWoven by ourselves.
To walk the path of TruthYou need the grace of God.
We all face death in the end.
But on the way, be careful. Never to hurt a human heart!“

Come follow me and you will find the way.
Your mistakes can also lead you to the Truth.
When you ask, the answer will be given.”
Is so drunk with love, he’s oblivious.“
Will you give me some of your sweetness?”
“I have none,” he says,unaware of his richness.
It is all kindness, generosity.

Disharmony prevails when You confuse lust with love, 
while The distance between the twoIs endless.
But his banner is hidden.
The Koran speaks the Truth.
But its miracle is concealed.
Love has pierced with its arrow
The heart of every lover.
Blood flows but the wound is invisible.

All year round the lover is mad,

Love is our Mother and

Do you want to enter paradise?

Do you know what the music is saying?

The Master who’s full of sweetness

You know what love is?

This Love is a King