Leave your self by Rumi

When you do things from your soul, you feel a river
moving in you, a joy.

When actions come from another section, the feeling
disappears.

Don’t let others lead you. They may be blind or, worse, vultures.

Reach for the rope of God. And what is that? Putting aside self-will.

Because of willfulness people sit in jail, the trapped bird’s wings are tied,
fish sizzle in the skillet.

The anger of police is willfulness. You’ve seen a magistrate
inflict visible punishment.

Now see the invisible. If you could leave your selfishness, you
would see how you’ve been torturing your soul. We are born and live inside black water in a well.

How could we know what an open field of sunlight is?

Don’t insist on going where you think you want to go. Ask the way to the spring. Your living pieces will form a harmony.

There is a moving palace that floats in the air with balconies and clear water flowing through, infinity everywhere, yet contained under a single tent.

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((ASLEEP AND LISTENING by Rumi))

Day before yesterday,
fire whispered to the fragrant smoke,
Aloes wood loves me,
because I know how to untie it and let it loose.
This burning must occur, or nothing will happen.
Sperm cell disappears into egg. Then a new beauty appears.
Bread and broth must dissolve
in the stomach before energy comes. Raw ore gets refined into coins.
It is necessary for you to experience nonbeing.
Love takes you toward that. Asleep beside the splashing water, let it say secrets into you.
Be a sleep and a pure listening at the same time.

Wound is the place by Rumi

“Trust your wound to a teacher’s (God) surgery.
Flies collect on a wound.
They cover it, those flies of your self-protecting feelings,
your love for what you think is yours.
Let a Teacher wave away the flies and put a plaster on the wound.
Don’t turn your head.
Keep looking at the bandaged place.
That’s where
the Light enters you.
And don’t believe for a moment that you’re healing yourself.”

— Mevlana Rumi—

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Didnt I Told You by RUMI

[Didn’t I Told You by Rumi]

Do not leave me for I am your only Friend, I am the spring of life.
Even if you leave in anger for thousands of years
You will come back to me for I am your goal and your end.
Didn’t I tell you not to be seduced by this colorful world for I am the Ultimate Painter.
Didn’t I tell you, you are a fish do not go to dry land for I am the deep Sea.
Didn’t I tell you, not to fall in the net like birds for I am your wings and the power of light.
Didn’t I tell you not to let them change your mind and turn you to ice for I am your fire and warmth.
Didn’t I tell you they will corrupt you and make you forget that I am the Spring of all virtues.
Didn’t I tell you not to question my actions for everything falls into order, I am the Creator.
Didn’t I tell you your heart can guide you home because it knows that I am your Master.

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Here I am God Says by RUMI

All night, a man called “God”
Until his lips were bleeding.
Then his Adversary said, “Hey! Mr Gullible!
… How comes you’ve been calling all night
And never once heard God say, “Here, I AM”?
You call out so earnestly and, in reply, what?
I’ll tell you what. Nothing!”

The man suddenly felt empty and abandoned.
Depressed, he threw himself on the ground
And fell into a deep sleep.
In a dream, he met an angel, who asked,
“Why are you regretting calling out to God?”

The man said, “ I called and called
But God never replied, “Here I AM.”

The Angel explained, “God has said,
“Your calling my name is My reply.
Your longing for Me is My message to you.
All your attempts to reach Me Are in reality My attempts to reach you.
Your fear and love are a noose to catch Me.
In the silence surrounding every call of “God”
Waits a thousand replies of “Here I AM.”

Rumi

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Illusion by RUMI

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God made the illusion look real
and the real an illusion.
He concealed the sea
and made the foam visible,
the wind invisible,
and the dust manifest.
you see the dust whirling,
but how can the dust rise by itself?
you see the foam,but not the ocean.
invoke Him with deeds, not words;
for deeds are real
and will save you in the infinite-life.
– Rumi
[Mathnawi]

Sitting in the Orchid by RUMI

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“SITTING IN THE ORCHARD”
A man sits in an orchard, fruit trees full and the vines plump. He has his head on his knee; his eyes are closed.
His friend says, “Why stay sunk in mystical meditation when the world is like this? Such visible grace.”
He replies, “This outer is an elaboration of the inner. I prefer the origin.”
Natural beauty is a tree limb reflected
in the water of a creek, quivering there, not there.
The growing that moves in the soul
is more real than tree limbs and reflections.
We laugh and feel happy or sad over all this.
Try instead to get a scent
of the true orchard.
Taste the vineyard within the vineyard.