The Soul of Rumi: A New Collection of Ecstatic Poems

                               The Soul of Rumi: A New                                   Collection of Ecstatic Poems

 Rumi 





We watch a sunlight dust dance, and we try to be that lively, but nobody knows what music those particles hear. Each of us has a secret companion musician to dance to.

You’ve been stony for too many years. Try something different. Surrender

Pain comes from seeing how arrogant you’ve been, and
pain brings you out of this conceit.

We are misquoted texts, made right when you say us.

Consider how Satan swallowed soul poison, and be grateful that you taste only the sweetness of being warned.

The moon stays bright when it doesn’t avoid the night.

Love tears its shirt. Mind begins the sewing repair.

Morning opens a door with help for those who don’t ask for any

Use night to wake your clarity.

What the material world values does not shine the same in the truth of
the soul. What can we know by just watching the time-and-space shapes of each other?

Night birds may think daybreak a kind of darkness, because
that’s all they know

every human choice bows like a slave in submission to the absolute’s creative
will, yet this does not deprive us of freedom or of taking responsibility for what
we choose! You might get clever and say, “My doubting God’s existence was
willed by God.” Only half true. You also chose to doubt.

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