Now is always evolving

Grow from the past
But grab hold of now
Now is always evolving.

-Rumi

From dust...

I can’t pretend to be a lion able to conquer the enemy,
To master myself would be enough.
I am only the dust on my Lover’s path
and from dust I will rise and turn into a flower.

Rumi



Garden of Love

    If you can’t smell the fragrance
    Don’t come into the garden of Love.
    If you’re unwilling to undress
    Don’t enter into the stream of Truth.
    Stay where you are.
    Don’t come our way.

                                                  -Rumi

I need a lover and a friend - يار مرا غار مرا

I need a lover and a friend
All friendships you transcend
And impotent I remain

You are Noah and the Ark
You are the light and the dark
Behind the veil I remain

You are passion and are rage
You are the bird and the cage
Lost in flight I remain

You are the wine and the cup
You are the ocean and the drop
While afloat I remain

I said, "O Soul of the world
My desperation has taken hold!"
"I am thy essence," without scold,
"Value me much more than gold."

You are the bait and the trap
You are the path and the map
While in search I remain

You are poison and the sweet
You are defeated and defeat
Sword in hand I remain

You are the wood and the saw
You are cooked, and are raw
While in a pot I remain

You are sunshine and the fog
You are water and the jug
While thirsty I remain

Sweet fragrance of Shams is
The joy and pride of Tabriz
Perfume trader I remain.

يار مرا غار مرا عشق جگرخوار مرا
يار تويی غار تويی خواجه نگهدار مرا

نوح تويی روح تويی فاتح و مفتوح تويي
سينه ی مشروح تويی پردهٔ اسرار مرا

نور تويی سور تويی دولت منصور تويي
مرغ کُهِ طور تويی خسته بمنقار مرا

قطره تويی بحر تويی لطف تويی قهر تويي
قند تويی زهر تويی بيش ميازار مرا

حجره ی خورشيد تويی خانه ی ناهيد تويي
روضه ی اميد تويی راه ده ای يار مرا

گفتمش ای جان جهان مفلس و بی مايه شدم
گفت منم مايه تو نيک نگهدار مرا

روز تويی روزه تويی حاصل دريوزه تويي
آب تويی کوزه تويی آب دِه اين یار مرا

دانه تويی دام تويی باده تويی جام تويي
پخته تويی خام تويی خام بمگذار مرا

اين تن اگر کم تندی راه دلم کم زندي
راه شدی تا نبدی اين همه گفتار مرا

خواند مرا خواند مرا گفت بيا گفت بيا
ميروم ای وای بمن گر ندهد بار مرا

شمس شکر ريز تويی مفخر تبريز تويي
لخّلخّه آميز تويی خواجه عطار مرا

By Jalal-e-Din Mowlana Rumi from Divan-e Shams

My dusty body

My dusty body

Is heaven´s light;

Angels are jealous

To watch my flight.

Cherubim envy

My purity;

Before my valour

All demons flee.

-Rumi

I AM A SCULPTOR

I am a sculptor, a molder of form.

In every moment I shape an idol.

But then, in front of you, I melt them down

I can rouse a hundred forms

and fill them with spirit,

but when I look into your face,

I want to throw them in the fire.

My souls spills into yours and is blended.

Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance,

I cherish it.

Every drop of blood I spill

informs the earth,

I merge with my Beloved

when I participate in love.

In this house of mud and water,

my heart has fallen to ruins.

Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave.

-Rumi

An eye is meant to see things

An eye is meant to see things.
The soul is here for its own joy.

A head has one use: For loving a true love.
Feet: To chase after.

Love is for vanishing into the sky. The mind,
for learning what men have done and tried to do.

Mysteries are not to be solved: The eye goes blind
when it only wants to see why.

A lover is always accused of something.
But when he finds his love, whatever was lost
in the looking comes back completely changed.

                                                                      -Rumi