of domination and servitude
are what you know as love
but love is different
it arrives complete
like the moon in the window
like the sun
of neither east nor west
nor of anyplace
when that sun arrives
east and west arrive
desire only that
of which you have no hope
seek only that
of which you have no clue
love is the sea of not-being
and there intellect drowns
this is not the Oxus River
or some little creek
this is the shoreless sea;
here swimming ends
always in drowning
a journey to the sea
is horses and fodder
but at land’s end
the footsteps vanish
you lift up your robe
so as not to wet the hem;
come! drown in this sea
a thousand times
the moon passes over the
ocean of non-being
droplets of spray tear loose
and fall back
on the cresting waves
a million galaxies
are a little scum
on that shoreless sea
Be empty of worrying. Think of who created thoughts!
Let silence take you to the core of life.
I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal,
I died as animal and I was Man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar
With angels blest; but even from angelhood
I must pass on: all except God doth perish.
When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,
I shall become what no mind e’er conceived.
Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existence
Proclaims in organ tones, ‘To Him we shall return.’
-Jalal ud-Din Rumi (1207-1273) Translated by A.J. Arberry
When the world pushes you to your knees, you’re in the perfect position to pray.
True freedom comes to those who have escaped the questions of freewill and fate.
The inspiration you seek is already inside you.
Be silent and listen.
Know then that the body is merely a garment.
Go seek the wearer, not the cloak.
Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces.
“Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.”
Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.
Love cannot be said or heard.
When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.
That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquility.
Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life’s search for love and wisdom.
Doing as others told me, I was blind.
Coming when others called me, I was lost.
Then I left everyone, myself as well.
Then I found Everyone, Myself as well.
Don’t worry that your life is turning upside down. How do you know that the side you are used to is better than the one to come?
Everyone has been made for some particular work and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.