If in thirst you drink water from a cup, you see God in it. Those who are not in love with God will see only their own faces in it
All 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.
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river. Silence is the language of God, all else is poor translation.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you; Don’t go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want; Don’t go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Don’t go back to sleep.
“When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.
Praise God for those two insomnias!
And the difference between them.”
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Balkh, or Rumi (30 September 1207 – 17 December 1273), was a 13th-century Persian muslim poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mystic.
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Rumi en su época tuvo que ser algo muy grande.Yo pienso que el don de la palabra puede cambiar o ayudar a cambiar la Sociedad en la que vivimos. . .En todos los aspectos Amor,Paz,Libertad,Educación,etc . . .La palabra escrita tiene más fuerza que porque al ir en papel se deja llevar y éste tarde o temprano deja de soplar.Se puede escribir a esta en las piedras que la lluvia no lo borra . . .En fin dejo mi huella escrita.
Could actually relate my feelings to each of all the sentences!MOVED…Such beautiful words..wonderfully put together!!!Love it…
yes.. With some you can stay up all night ..and with some you prefer to wrap up by saying goodnight!!
I find it somehow distressing all these arguments whether Rumi is Persian or Turkish!
As everybody can read in Wikipedia he was born in a town in what today is Afghanistan some say in Tajikistan, he traveled the whole middle east.
Most of his writings are in Persian, though there are some in Arabic, and he spend most of his time in what is today Turkey..
I am sure he himself would not have liked to limit himself to a race or nation as one can clearly see form his wonderful universal message of love that shines from all his writings..
Rumi and his spirit are without border and belong to all of us, to all humanity..
Who’s a Turk and who’s a Balkhi?
Who’s a *Zangi and who’s a Rumi?
Where did I come from?
Where did all this poetry come from?
Yet somehow,
These poems are breathed into me.
And all this poetry,
Is simply pouring out of me..
“Rumi”
The morning dawns
light within our soul
worlds awaken
Such truth and beauty this man found within the depth of himself,
as is possible for all of us.
Here is yet a quote from Rumi:
Humankind is being led along an evolving course, through this migration of intelligences, And though we seem to be sleeping, There is an inner wakefulness that directs the dream, And that will eventually startle us back to the truth of who we are. – Rumi
hey !
that means we are better off than rumi, didn’t he say evolving. we have rumi too and paulo too and everything else. looking at population increase and taking evolving souls across lifetimes to eb true, it seems many plants and animals too have become humans now.
love
In the City Lucknow, India a Gate is dedicated to this saint for infomation plz see
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roomi_Darwaza
Not Christian or Jew or Muslim,not
Hindu,Buddhist,Sufi, or zen.
Not any religion or cultural system.
I am not from the East or the West,
nou out of the ocean or up from the
ground,not natural or ethereal,not
composed of elemnets at all.
I do not exist, am not an entity in this
world or the next, did not descend
from Adam or Eve or any origin story.
My place is placeless, a trace of the
traceless. Neither body or soul.
I BELONG TO THE BELOVED,HAVE SEEN THE
TWO WORLDS AS ONE AND THAT ONE CALL TO
AND KNOW, FIRST, LAST, OUTER, INNER,
ONLY THAT BREATH BREATHING HUMAN BEING…..
Mevlana Rumi..
I found my favorite Rumi poem (which my father always encouraged) on the NY Subway.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense.
(Sufi Poet Rumi)
Thank you for being you,
Anthea
This is beautiful!
“the world is too full to talk about”
…this is my destination.
This line especially stayed with me:
“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
Because this is what I often find myself battling. What to let go of and what to keep for protection. Who can we trust but ourselves and can we even that?
Aloha,
/Alexandra
“Don’t go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want” and” Let the beauty of what you love be what you do” are the keys of success in life
this is an amzing comment :)
amo tanto Rumi! eu o descobri na mesma época em que descobri Gibran e ambos me ensinam muito, sempre… assim como você, querido Paulo!
obrigada! <3
…and yes, he is not Persian, he is Turkish.
He long lived in Turkey but he was actually persian
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rumi
com’n he was not Turkish.i live inUzbekistan and we always considered him Persian.
“Come again, come again, no matter what you are, even if you are non-Muslim, even if you are a pyrolatrist, even if you are a pagan, come again… Our dervish lodge is not the place of desperation. Even if you break your vows for a hundred times, come again…” Mevlana.
lately I’ve been sleeping just two hours …. remember the meaning of my prayers at night … my prayers are sacred to reach my target!
I believe I can be happy! maybe …
“When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.
Praise God for those two insomnias!”
“Il silenzio è un oceano. La parola è un fiume. Il silenzio è la parola di Dio, tutto il resto è cattiva traduzione”.
Questa è verità ! Ciao Rosetta
my family,friends help me to feel loved and accept me just the way i are,let the beauty of what you love be what you do #onelove♥
thanks again, to you all for the comments which are good to read and experience
This was so breathtakingly beautiful. Few things touch my soul like this.
Amor,amar,ágape amor de Deus. Intensamente no mas íntimo de nosso ser está esse desdobramento profundo de doar-se sem medos,máculas,egoísmo. Só o amor divino quando aflora desperta todas as formas de desprendimento. amo, amo muito á tudo.
Rumi – There is a field ( My favourite quote- Not that I know many quotes!!)
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.
Love,
Breda
All 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.
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
so nice!
From Michael Mcknight on FB
Rumi & Sacred Love Poems
One Whisper of the Beloved
Lovers share a sacred decree
to seek the Beloved.
They …roll head over heels,
rushing toward the Beautiful One
like a torrent of water.
In truth, everyone is a shadow of the Beloved
Our seeking is His seeking,
Our words are His words.
At times we flow toward the Beloved
like a dancing stream.
At times we are still water
held in His pitcher.
At times we boil in a pot
turning to vapor
that is the job of the Beloved.
He breathes into my ear
until my soul
takes on His fragrance.
He is the soul of my soul
How can I escape?
But why would any soul in this world
want to escape from the Beloved?
He will melt your pride
making you thin as a strand of hair,
Yet do not trade, even for both worlds,
One strand of His hair.
We search for Him here and there
while looking right at Him.
Sitting by His side we ask,
“O Beloved, where is the Beloved?”
Enough with such questions!
Let silence take you to the core of life.
All your talk is worthless
When compared to one whisper
of the Beloved.
Rumi
Ode 442 trans. by Jonathan Star and Shahram Shiva
A Garden Beyond Paradise: The Mystical Poetry of Rumi
love,
Breda
that’s beautiful! Thank u for sharing this one.It reminded me of my beloved even though he left but nothing can replace those memories and with this it all came back.
But why would any soul want to escape from the beloved?
My favorite lines:
“When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.”
I thank God for the motive of that insomnias… What can I say… He’s my best friend and yes… I love him!
He is a Turkish sufi poet, a real master in Persian and Arabic languages.
Be with those who help your being.
Don’t sit with indifferent people, whose breath
comes cold out of their mouths.
Not these visible forms, your work is deeper.
A chunk of dirt thrown in the air breaks to pieces.
If you don’t try to fly,
and so break yourself apart,
you will be broken open by death,
when it’s too late for all you could become.
Leaves get yellow. The tree puts out fresh roots
and makes them green.
Why are you so content with a love that turns you yellow?
Hope u like this, too.
of course!
especially:
“A chunk of dirt thrown in the air breaks to pieces.”
who has not tried this as a kid & immediately knows how it looks like :o)
Thank again a lot for featuring Rumi, but i want to give some correction: Rumi is not a Persian, but Turkish poet. He noted it in one of his poems that” Though i am writing in Persian, but i am Turkish”
‘Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it’.
‘Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river. Silence is the language of God, all else is poor translation’.
Beautiful.
I had all those barriers and finally found some1 who helped to pull them all down and we experienced the most wonderful friendship and love until like the flowing river came something that disrupted the peace,I could get use to it like u said Mr Coelho but he couldn’t and left ayear ago today. How do u make someone understand that love is not always goin to be peaceful.I hope he is listening to the silence instead of keeping himself busy with work. A year of sleepless nights-how to stop this,I don’t know.
i like
Beautifully written!
‘our task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river. Silence is the language of God, all else is poor translation. ‘
Wow! I hope he would find this and hope he is listening to the silence-For the silence really is your heart and soul speaking to u.
Dear Paulo,
your books have not changed my life, but the way I view it as a whole, & for that I grant you great thanks.
In addition, I believe that maybe if the world had a bit more of those like you who take the best & most pleasant of the others & present it to the world, maybe then we’d be living in that ideal loving world we were meant to preserve once it existed. To that too, thank you.
I really hope you read this.
“When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.
Praise God for those two insomnias!
And the difference between them.”
“Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.”
When i am with you i am alive,
when you are not here i have no peace.
I am thankful God for i have known Love
and happiness
Live your life according to your expectations
“Silence is the language of God”
All created by God’s will is perfect,and our beings speak their inner nature
Beautiful verses of great Man and Poet Rumi,who touched God’s soul to give us this amazing poetry
Paulo Coehlo shares this divine gift
Thank you
This is how I feel at the moment after reading the post on Rumi. I know very little about Persian, I know very little about muslim poet, and very little about Sufi mystic.
But the words or work posted today by Rumi I think are amazing!
You opened the door.
It was great reading the lines, i have always known that my soul belonged elsewhere and my journey is all about ending my soul where it belongs. Yes, these are the exact words i needed to express myself. I have had insomnia for ages, cannot go to sleep as you are not with me. Here is the magic moment, things can change and now i want to stay awake all night with you beside me.
DEAR pAULO.. i’m from Indonesia, I love your books.
The book’s 11 minutes, is very evocative to me, especially in my spiritual life journey.
Rumi have marketed?
I love you
many greeting s for you
” erna”
Thank you featuring Rumi.
Oh soul,
you worry too much
You have seen your own strength
You have seen your own beauty
You have seen your golden wings
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul
Thanks for remembering us Hz. Mevlana , he is an ocean. But there is a mistake ”13th-century Persian muslim poet” Not Persian He is an Turkish saint. And his place is in Konya in Turkiye.
The Poem is a gift
Each can write, Breathe, share, Breathe, write
May delight find you.
“My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there. ”
There are lads on Sirius – Lorca.
I intend to meet them and i will not go back to sleep till i do!
Love and Gratitude
Annie
interesting …
maybe you should read about following things as well:
(1) U theory
(2) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hafez
any thoughts?
The Estatic Faith of Rumi
http://speakingoffaith.publicradio.org/programs/rumi/poetry.shtml
A selection of Rumi poems – listen to poem readings in Persian or in English
With loving kindness
Satora
I can’t find the word ‘insomnias’ in any dictionary. Please explain.
Hi Himali,
insomnia is sleeplessness, the fact that you don’t or can’t sleep.
Love,
Anne
“insomnia” is the loss of the ability to sleep at night .. there is a movie titled “insomnia” starring Al pacno where the hero lost the ability to sleep and started to have illusions ..
Insomnia is the inability to fall asleep.
Dear Himli Insomnia mean: in ability to sleep.
best wish
nice! I am your avid fan. i have all your books! keep it up! thank you for sharing your talent with us. God bless you always.
These are just the words i needed to read right now! God, there is true, and passion in these words.
I think here ‘sleep’ refers to being unaware of the world around you… Its an interesting concept. I like Rumi – he is interesting to read. But I will have to read more in future.
I would say the same, Kealan.
The time of dawn – back and forth across the door sill where the two worlds touch – has that exquisite energy and fragrance which touches our ability to awareness.
Love,
Anne
Querido amigo Mago!
Falar em Rumi é trazer para nós a Poesia e o Sufismo desse Mestre universal até nós.
Adorei!!!Bjsssss
I am going tomorrow on a trip to the rural area, there is an unauguration of the church San Jose, the country is Equatorial guinee, Ebynayong.
I will stay there for two weeks with co-workers decorating the church with fresh cut flowers i brought in from my country, ethiopia. i really needed to read this blog, because as much as i love flowers , this will be the first time i will be responsible to arrange them for a presidential reception.i believe i am prepared and needed a positive energy to push all odds out. i got it, “Don’t go back to sleep”
il mio santo viene dopo il mio dio…fare quello che dice e la mia fede per lui portera me ei miei cari verso la felicita …. non posso che amarti
I think he is a great philosophical, always loved his poems, amd I must confess I mostly heard about him since following Paulo Coelho. Is really one fo best poets in my opinion.I love the sentence:” Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it”.It fits to the former topic of the blog, ”By the River Piedra I Set Down and Wept”.And to many of us…
And I tell you that Saturday I viseted mom in country side, where she now lives.We went to walk on the fields, and at once I said to mom and niece: Stop bit, listen to that silence! Seem an oxymoron, but really it was a silence one could hear. The wind slowly blowing through the grass…
So I think is true : ”Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river. Silence is the language of God, all else is poor translation.”
i have read your comment and i agree with you on the same point.
“When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.
Praise God for those two insomnias!
And the difference between them.”
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
wow Molana rumi was a great person. a man of wisdom. :)
Rumi is one of the most profound poets of the Sufi world. His poems come from his soul.
I want to get to know this Poet much better than I do.
Know him /her to know yourself better ?
SIMPLEMENTE BELLO!!! GRACIAS POR COMPARTIRLO CON NOSOTROS, GRACIAS POR TANTO AMOR…!!!
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