Enough of these phrases,
Conceit and metaphors,
I want burning, burning, burning.
Rumi

My heart,
so precious,
I won’t trade for a hundred thousand souls.
Your one smile takes it for free
Rumi

Longing is the core of mystery.
Longing itself brings the cure.
The only rule is, Suffer the pain.

Your desire must be disciplined,
and what you want to happen
in time, sacrificed.

Rumi – The Essential Rumi – Coleman Barks
~~

Suddenly a Star appeared
clear and bright
and a thousand suns vanished
in that Star’s Light

Rumi

*****

Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You’re covered with a thick cloud.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quiteness is the surest sign
that you’ve died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.

The speechless full moon
comes out now.

Rumi – The Essential Rumi – Coleman Barks
~~

Everyone is overridden by thoughts;
that’s why they have so much heartache and sorrow.
At times I give myself up to thought purposefully;
but when I choose,
I spring up from those under its sway.
I am like a high-flying bird,
and thought is a gnat:
how should a gnat overpower me?

Rumi – Mathnawi II, 3559-3561 – ‘Rumi: Jewels of Remembrance’ – Camille and Kabir Helminski
~~

The Morning Wind Spreads
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell.
We must get up and take that in,
that wind that lets us live.
Breathe before it’s gone.

Rumi – ‘The Essential Rumi’ – Coleman Barks
~~
The garden of love is green without limit
and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy.
Love is beyond either condition:
without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

Rumi – Mathnawi I, 1779-1794 – The Rumi Collection – Kabir Helminski
I wonder
from these thousand of “me’s”,
which one am I?

THIS YEAR IN LAST YEAR

Last year I drank wine.
I’m still intoxicated.
Last year I touched fire.
my flesh is still burning.
Thirst drove me to water.
In it, I saw the moon.
I am a lion loving the moon.
seeking moonlight.
Don’t ask about my pain.
the color of my face is your answer.
My soul is drunk.
My body is in ruin.
is a drunkard sitting in a rack.
My heart is an ass mired in mud.
Just this once, don’t despair! Listen.
Hear God’s blessings calling.