Rumi Spiritual Quotations [Page 2]

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

In things spiritual, there is no partition, no number, no individuals. How sweet is the oneness-unearth the treasure of Unity.

God calls himself "Baseer" [Observant], so that the knowledge that He is watching you may keep you from sinning.

Have you ever gotten breathless before from a beautiful face, for i see you there, my dear.

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.

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

For without you, I swear, the town Has become like a prison to me. Distraction and the mountain And the desert, all I desire.

God has allowed some magical reversal to occur, so that you see the scorpion pit as an object of desire, and all the beautiful expanse around it as dangerous and swarming with snakes.

This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.

Sit, be still, and listen, because you're drunk and we're at the edge of the roof.

My boat strikes something deep. At first sounds of silence, waves. Nothing has happened; Or perhaps everything has happened. and I am sitting in my new life.

I never really cared for the things of this world. It was the glow of Your Presence that filled it with beauty.

The Beloved is with you in the midst of your seeking! He holds your hand wherever you wander.

Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his hear.

We are tasting the taste of eternity this minute.

Ecstatic Love is an ocean, and the Milky Way is a flake of foam floating on it.

If the spiritual universe and the way to it were shown, No one would remain in this world for a single moment.

My lips got lost on the way to the kiss - that's how drunk I was.

To change, you must face the dragon of your appetites with another dragon: the life-energy of the soul.

Limp along until your legs are spent, and you fall flat and your energy is drained. Then the grace of the Divine will lift you.

Love calls - everywhere and always. We're sky bound. Are you coming?

You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?

Be quiet now and wait. It may be that the ocean one, the one we desire so to move into and become, desires us out here on land a little longer, going our sundry roads to the shore.

Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.

Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.

Everything in the universe is within you. Ask all from yourself.

Respond to every call that excites your spirit.

Study me as much as you like, you will not know me, for I differ in a hundred ways from what you see me to be. Put yourself behind my eyes and see me as I see myself, for I have chosen to dwell in a place you cannot see.

The intellectual quest, though fine as pearl or coral, is not the spiritual search. That spiritual search is on another level. Spiritual wine is a different substance.

I died from a mineral and plant became, Died from the plant, took a sentient frame; Died from the beast, donned a human dress - When by my dying did I ever grow less...

Do not leave me, hide in my heart like a secret, wind around my head like a turban. "I come and go as I please," you say, "swift as a heartbeat." You can tease me as much as you like but never leave me.

To Love is to be God. Never will a Lover's chest feel any sorrow. Never will a Lover's robe be touched by mortals. Never will a Lover's body be found buried in the earth. To Love is to be God.

Sadness to me is the happiest time, When a shining city rises from the ruins of my drunken mind. Those times when I'm silent and still as the earth, The thunder of my roar is heard across the universe.

Love is the cure, for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain until your eyes constantly exhale love as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.

The intellectual quest is exquisite like pearls and coral, But it is not the same as the spiritual quest. The spiritual quest is on another level altogether, Spiritual wine has a subtler taste. The intellect and the senses investigate cause and effect. The spiritual seeker surrenders to the wonder.

No longer a stranger, you listen all day to these crazy love-words. Like a bee you fill hundreds of homes with honey, though yours is a long flight from here.

Nightingales are put in cages because their songs give pleasure. Whoever heard of keeping a crow?

Friends are enemies sometimes, and enemies friends.

You think the shadow is the substance.

To praise is to praise how one surrenders to the emptiness.

Bring the pure wine of love and freedom. But sir, a tornado is coming. More wine, we'll teach this storm A thing or two about whirling.

Since Love has made ruins of my heart The sun must come and illumine them. Such generosity has broken me with shame.

Peaceful is the one who's not concerned with having more or less. Unbound by name and fame, he is free from sorrow from the world and mostly from himself.

Love is an open secret, the most obvious thing in the world and the most hidden, with no why to how it keeps its mystery.

There’s a morning when presence comes over your soul. You sing like a rooster in your earth-colored shape. Your heart hears and, no longer frantic, begins to dance.

There are no edges to my loving now.

Don’t wait any longer. Dive in the ocean, Leave and let the sea be you.

This is how I would die into the love I have for you: As pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight.

Each has to enter the nest made by the other imperfect bird.

You are the Essence of the Essence, The intoxication of Love. I long to sing Your Praises but stand mute with the agony of wishing in my heart !

I'm in love! Your advice, what are they? Love has poisoned me! Your remedies, what are they? I hear them shout: "fast, Bind him feet!" But if my heart that has gone mad! Those strings on my feet What is the point?

This mirror inside me shows. I can’t say what, but I can’t not know. I run from body. I run from spirit. I do not belong anywhere.

To become spiritual, you must die to self, and come alive in the Lord. Only then will the mysteries of God fall from your lips. To die to self through self-discipline causes suffering but brings you everlasting life.

If words come out of the heart, they will enter the heart.

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.

Darkness may hide the trees and the flowers from the eyes but it cannot hide love from the soul.

I once had a thousand desires. But in my one desire to know you all else melted away.

When you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off; you become lame, abandoned by a fantasy. …People fancy they are enjoying themselves, but they are really tearing out their wings for the sake of an illusion.

Both light and shadow are the dance of Love.

I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside.

Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.

You are a volume in the divine book A mirror to the power that created the universe Whatever you want, ask it of yourself Whatever you’re looking for can only be found Inside of you

Everyone is so afraid of death, but the real sufis just laugh: nothing tyrannizes their hearts. What strikes the oyster shell does not damage the pearl

Pilgrimage to the place of the wise is to find escape from the flame of separateness.

He is like a man using a candle to look for the sun

I have one small drop of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean.

Outside ideas of right doing and wrong doing there is a field. I'll meet you there.

God writes spiritual Mysteries on our heart, where they wait silently for discovery.

Conventional opinion is the ruin of our souls.

My heart is so small it's almost invisible. How can You place such big sorrows in it? "Look," He answered, "your eyes are even smaller, yet they behold the world.

If you want to be more alive, love is the truest health.

Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives.