Rumi Quotes - Page 3

Give up to grace. The ocean takes care of each wave 'til it gets to shore. You need more help than you know.

Give your weakness to one who helps.

You think of yourself
as a citizen of the universe.
You think you belong
to this world of dust and matter.
Out of this dust
you have created a personal image,
and have forgotten
about the essence of your true origin

Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder. Help someone's soul heal. Walk out of your house like a shepherd.

The ground's generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground.

You're water. We're the millstone.
You're wind. We're dust blown up into shapes.
You're spirit. We're the opening and closing
of our hands. You're the clarity.
We're the language that tries to say it.
You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing.

You soak up my soul and mingle me. Each drop of my blood cries out to the earth. We are partners, blended as one.

Don't try to steer the boat.
Don't open shop for yourself. Listen. Keep silent.
You are not God's mouthpiece. Try to be an ear,
And if you do speak, ask for explanations.

You have forgotten the One
who doesn't care about ownership,
who doesn't try to turn a profit
from every human exchange.

Anyone who knows me, should learn to know me again;
For I am like the Moon,
you will see me with new face everyday.

You are the Truth from foot to brow. Now, what else would you like to know?

If it is bread that you seek, you will have bread.
If it is the soul you seek, you will find the soul.
If you understand this secret, you know you are that which you seek.

Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.

Suffering is a gift. In it is hidden mercy.

Bitter your acts, bitter am I,
Kindness your deeds, kindness am I,
Pleasant and gentle, so you are,
Fine honeyed lips and sweet talker.

How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you are always flying off to blue perfection? Where will you plant your grief seeds? Workers need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire.

Where lowland is, that's where water goes. All medicine wants is pain to cure.

A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed,
cut holes in it, and called it a human being.

Since then, it's been wailing a tender agony
of parting, never mentioning the skill
that gave it life as a flute

Knowledge that is acquired
is not like this. Those who have it worry if
audiences like it or not.
It's a bait for popularity.
Disputational knowing wants customers.
It has no soul...
The only real customer is God.
Chew quietly
your sweet sugarcane God-Love, and stay
playfully childish.

Do not seek water, get thirst.