Every man is an open book

Every man is an open book, each and every one of us a walking Qur´an. The quest for God is ingrained in the hearts of all, be it a prostitute or a saint. Love exists within each of us from the moment we are born and waits to be discovered from then on. The whole universe is contained within a single human being- you. Everything that you see around, including the things you might not be fond of and even the people you despise or abhor, is present within you in varying degrees. Therefore, do not look for Sheitan outside yourself either. The devil is not an extraordinary force that attacks from without. It is an ordinary voice within. If you get to know yourself fully, facing with honesty and hardness both your dark and bright sides, you will arrive at a supreme form of consciousness. When a person knows himself or herself, he or she knows God.
                                                                                         -Shams of Tabriz

WHAT HURTS THE SOUL?

We tremble, thinking we´re about to dissolve

into nonexistence, but nonexistence

fears even more that it might be given human form!

Loving God is the only pleasure. Other delights

turn bitter. What hurts the soul?

To live without tasting the water of its own essence.

People focus on death and this material earth.

They have doubts about soul water.

Those doubts can be reduced! Use night

to wake your clarity. Darkness and the living water

are lovers. Let them stay up together.

When merchants eat their big meals

and sleep their dead sleep,

we night-thieves go to work.

Love is the way messengers

from the mystery tell us things.

Love is the mother. We are her children.

She shines inside us, visible-invisible,

as we lose trust or feel it start to grow again.

-Rumi

Rumi- the love of Allah

SOME KISS WE WANT

There is some kiss we want

with our whole lives, the touch

of spirit on the body. Seawater

begs the pearl to break its shell.

And the lily, how passionately

it needs some wild darling!

At night, I open the window and ask

the moon to come and press its

face against mine.

Breathe into me. Close

the language-door and open the love-window.

The moon won´t use the door,

only the window.

-Rumi

CANDLE AT NOON

A man is wandering the marketplace at noon

with a candle in his hand, totally ecstatic.

"Hey", calls shopkeeper, "is this a joke"?
Who are you looking for?"

"Someone breathing Huuu, the divine breath."
"Well, there are plenty to choose from."

"But I want one who can be in anger and desire
and still be a true human being in the same moment."

                                                      -RUMI

THE OCEAN´S MOTION

Love is an ocean. This wide sky,

a bit of foam on that.

                 Restless as Zuleikha

in her desire for Joseph,

                 sky-changes move across

day and night. If there were no love,

everything would freeze and be

still. Instead

                  inorganic grains are entering

plants. Plants enter animals;

                 animals center

spirit, and spirit sacrifices itself

                 for one breath

of that which made Mary with child. Each

sapling lifts, and the universe

winds like a locust swarm its wingrush

toward perfection,

                 each particle purified

in a song of praise for motion.

   -Rumi

ONLY BREATH- RUMI