More inspired lines from the great Rumi…
Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Balkhī, جلالالدین محمد بلخى
Come, come, whoever you are.
Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving, it doesn’t matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow a thousand times.
Come, yet again, come, come.
The heart has its own language.
The heart knows a hundred thousand
ways to speak.
Wherever you are,
and whatever you do,
be in love.
Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.
And from beyond the intellect, beautiful Love
comes dragging her skirts, a cup of wine in her hand.
Everyone has been made for some particular work,
and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.
Why do you stay in prison
when the door is so wide open?
Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.
Live in silence.
The beauty of the heart
is the lasting beauty:
its lips give to drink
of the water of life.
In the early dawn of happiness
you gave me three kisses
so that I would wake up
to this moment of love.
Love is that that never sleeps, nor even rests,
nor stays for long with those that do.
Love is language that cannot be said,
Let us fall in love again
and scatter gold dust all over the world.
There is a life-force within your soul, seek that life.
There is a gem in the mountain of your body, seek that mine.
O traveler, if you are in search of that
Don’t look outside, look inside yourself and seek that.
We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.
Sit only under a tree
that is full of blossoms.
The idol of your self is the mother of all idols.
If you wish mercy, show mercy to the weak.
If you dig a pit for others to fall into,
you will fall into it yourself.
No mirror ever became iron again;
No bread ever became wheat;
No ripened grape ever became sour fruit.
Mature yourself and be secure from a change for the worse.
Become the light.
We rarely hear the inward music,
but we’re all dancing to it nevertheless
directed by the one who teaches us,
the pure joy of the sun,
our music master.
Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.
Be melting snow.
Wash yourself of yourself.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.