Rumi

I may be clapping my hands, but I don’t belong to a crowd of clappers.
Neither this nor that, I’m not part of a group that loves flute music
or one that loves gambling or drinking wine.
Those who live in , descended from Adam, made of earth and water,
I’m not part of that.
Don’t listen to what I say,
as though these words came from an inside and went to an outside.
Your faces are very beautiful, but they are wooden cages.
You had better run from me.
My words are fire.
I have nothing to do with being famous, or making grand judgments, or feeling
full of shame. I borrow nothing.
I don’t want anything from anybody.
I flow through human beings.
Love is my only companion.~ Rumi♥

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There is a candle in your heart… by RUMI

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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?
You feel the separation from the Beloved(GOD).
Invite Him to fill you up, embrace the fire.
Remind those who tell you otherwise that
Love comes to you of its own accord,
and the yearning for it cannot be learned in any school.

You Worry Too Much by RUMI

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You Worry Too Much
Oh soul, you worry too much.
You say, I make you feel dizzy.
Of a little headache then, why do you worry?
You say, I am your antelope.
Of seeing a lion here and there why do you worry?
Oh soul, you worry too much.
You say, I am your moon-faced beauty.
Of the cycles of the moon and passing of the years,
why do you worry?
You say, I am your source of passion, I excite you.
Of playing into the Devils hand, why do you worry?
Oh soul, you worry too much.
Look at yourself, what you have become.
You are now a field of sugar canes, why show that sour face to me?
You have tamed the winged horse of Love.
Of a death of a donkey, why do you worry?
You say that I keep you warm inside.
Then why this cold sigh?
You have gone to the roof of heavens.
Of this world of dust, why do you worry?
Oh soul, you worry too much.
Since you met me, you have become a master singer,
and are now a skilled wrangler, you can untangle any knot.
Of life’s little leash why do you worry?
Your arms are heavy with treasures of all kinds.
About poverty, why do you worry?
You are Joseph, beautiful, strong,
steadfast in your belief, all of Egypt has become drunk
because of you. 
Of those who are blind to your beauty,
and deaf to your songs, why do you worry?
Oh soul, you worry too much.
You say that your housemate is the
Heart of Love, she is your best friend.
You say that you are the heat of the oven of every Lover.
You say that you are the servant of Ali’s magical sword, Zolfaghar.
Of any little dagger why do you still worry?
Oh soul, you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less, why do you worry?
You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.
You are the security, the shelter of the spirit of Lovers.
Oh the sultan of sultans, of any other king,
why do you worry?
Be silent, like a fish, and go into that pleasant sea.
You are in deep waters now,
of life’s blazing fire.
Why do you worry?

by RUMI

One Song by RUMI

~One Song~
Every war and every conflict between human beings has happened because of some disagreement about names.
It is such an unnecessary foolishness,because just beyond the arguing there is a long table of companionship
set and waiting for us to sit down.
What is praised is one, so the praise is one too,
many jugs being poured into a huge basin.
All religions, all this singing, one song.
The differences are just illusion and vanity.
Sunlight looks a little different on this wall
than it does on that wall
and a lot different on this other one,but it is still one light.
We have borrowed these clothes,these time-and-space personalities,from a light, and when we praise,we are pouring them back in.
“By Rumi on Religion”

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