Robert L. Peters

22 February 2011

Rumi Tuesday…

More inspired lines from the great Rumi
Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Balkhī, جلالالدین محمد بلخى

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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.

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The heart has its own language.
The heart knows a hundred thousand
ways to speak.

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Wherever you are,
and whatever you do,
be in love.

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Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.

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And from beyond the intellect, beautiful Love
comes dragging her skirts, a cup of wine in her hand.

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Everyone has been made for some particular work,
and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.

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Why do you stay in prison
when the door is so wide open?
Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.
Live in silence.

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The beauty of the heart
is the lasting beauty:
its lips give to drink
of the water of life.

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In the early dawn of happiness
you gave me three kisses
so that I would wake up
to this moment of love.

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Love is that that never sleeps, nor even rests,
nor stays for long with those that do.
Love is language that cannot be said,
or heard.

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Let us fall in love again
and scatter gold dust all over the world.

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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.

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We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.

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Sit only under a tree
that is full of blossoms.

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The idol of your self is the mother of all idols.

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If you wish mercy, show mercy to the weak.

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If you dig a pit for others to fall into,
you will fall into it yourself.

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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.

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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.

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Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.

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Be melting snow.
Wash yourself of yourself.

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Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

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