Some Hindus have an elephant to show.
No one here has ever seen an elephant.
They bring it at night to a dark room.
One by one, we go in the dark and come out
saying how we experience the animal.
One of us happens to touch the trunk.
A water-pipe kind of creature.
Another, the ear. A strong, always moving
back and forth, fan-animal. Another, the leg.
I find it still, like a column on a temple.
Another touches the curve back.
A leathery throne. Another, the cleverest,
feels the tusk. A rounded sword made of porcelain.
He is proud of his description.
Each of us touches one place
and understands the whole in that way.
The palm and the fingers feeling in the dark
are how the senses explore the reality of the elephant.
If each of us held a candle there,
and if we went in together, we could see it.
Tag: rumi
Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.
RumiTag: words soul language rumi turkey pretext inadequacy-of-words bond celaleddin inner mawlana mawlana-jalal-al-din-rumi mevlana structuralism türkiye
Everything you possess of skill, and wealth, and handicraft,
wasn't it first merely a thought and a quest?
Tag: quest rumi ideas-are-power
When someone beats a rug,
the blows are not against the rug,
but against the dust in it.
Tag: love rumi corporeal-punishment love-is-like-a-lawsuit
Love isn't the work of the tender and the gentle;
Love is the work of wrestlers.
The one who becomes a servant of lovers
is really a fortunate sovereign.
Don't ask anyone about Love; ask Love about Love.
Love is a cloud that scatters pearls.
Tag: rumi intellect-is-a-shackle
Like a sculptor, if necessary,
carve a friend out of stone.
Realize that your inner sight is blind
and try to see a treasure in everyone.
Tag: poetry unity muslim rumi blind muhammad
The world's flattery and hypocrisy is a sweet morsel:
eat less of it, for it is full of fire.
Its fire is hidden while its taste is manifest,
but its smoke becomes visible in the end.
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
Tag: wisdom spirituality sufi rumi
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.
Tag: rumi
The rose's rarest essence lives in the thorns.
RumiTag: rumi
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