Poetry of Rumi

Love rests on no foundation.
It is an endless ocean,
with no beginning or end.
Imagine,
a suspended ocean,
riding on a cushion of ancient secrets.
All souls have drowned in it,
and now dwell there.
One drop of that ocean is hope,
and the rest is fear.

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Sometimes I wonder, sweetest love, if you
Were a mere dream in along winter night,

A dream of spring-days, and of golden light
Which sheds its rays upon a frozen heart;
A dream of wine that fills the drunken eye.

And so I wonder, sweetest love, if I
Should drink this ruby wine, or rather weep;
Each tear a bezel with your face engraved,
A rosary to memorize your name…

There are so many ways to call you back-
Yes, even if you only were a dream.

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When Im with you we stay up all night
When you’re not here I cant sleep
Praise God for these 2 insomnia’s
and the difference between them.

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A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul,

you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden’s beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.

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Let go of your worries
and be completely clear-hearted,
like the face of a mirror
that contains no images.
If you want a clear mirror,
behold yourself
and see the shameless truth,
which the mirror reflects.
If metal can be polished
to a mirror-like finish,
what polishing might the mirror
of the heart require?
Between the mirror and the heart
is this single difference:
the heart conceals secrets,
while the mirror does not.

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I don’t need
a companion who is
nasty sad and sour

The one who is
like a grave
dark depressing and bitter

A sweetheart is a mirror
a friend a delicious cake
it isn’t worth spending
an hour with anyone else

A companion who is
in love only with the self
has five distinct characters

Stone hearted
unsure of every step

Lazy and disinterested
keeping a poisonous face

The more this companion waits around
the more bitter everything will get
just like a vinegar
getting more sour with time

Enough is said about
sour and bitter faces
a heart filled with desire for

Sweetness and tender souls
must not waste itself with unsavory matters

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Your task is not to seek love, but merely

to seek and find all the carriers within yourself

that you have built against it.

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There is a voice inside of you
That whispers al day long,
“I feel that this is right for me,
I know that this is wrong.”
No teacher, preacher, parent, friend
Or wise man can decide
What’s right for you–just listen to
The voice that speaks inside.

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