You are so weak. Give up to grace.
The ocean takes care of each wave till it gets to shore.
You need more help than you know.
Mots clés grace
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.
There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can't hope.
The hopers would feel slighted if they knew.
Mots clés hope
You have forgotten the One
who doesn't care about ownership,
who doesn't try to turn a profit
from every human exchange.
Mots clés inspirational
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.
Mots clés inspirational
Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.
RumiPoems are rough notations for the music we are.
RumiLet the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. Someone sober will worry about things going badly. Let the lover be.
RumiAll day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
And I intend to end up there.
This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
But who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
We have a huge barrel of wine, but no cups.
That's fine with us. Every morning
We glow and in the evening we glow again.
Mots clés the-tavern
Body of earth, don't talk of earth
Tell the story of pure mirrors
The Creator has given you this splendor--
Why talk of anything else?
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