Rumi
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. ― Rumi, The Essential Rumi (HarperOne May 28, 2004)
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Rumi
There’s a strange frenzy in my head,of birds flying,each particle circulating on its own.Is the one I love everywhere? — Rumi, “There’s a Strange Frenzy in My Head,” Rumi the Book of Love Poems of Ecstasy and Longing, transl. by Coleman Barks (HarperOne, 2003)
Rumi
Pale sunlight,pale the wall.Love moves away.The light changes.I need more gracethan I thought. — Rumi, from “Pale Sunlight,” Rumi the Book of Love Poems of Ecstasy and Longing, transl. by Coleman Barks (HarperOne, 2003)
Rumi
Every story is us. That’s who we are,from beginning to no-matter-how it ends. —Rumi, from “The Polisher,” Rumi: the Book of Love Poems of Ecstasy and Longing, transl. by Coleman Barks (HarperOne, 2003)
Edward Norton
When I was sixteen, I won a great victory. I felt in that moment I would live to be a hundred. Now I know I shall not see thirty. None of us know our end, really, or what hand will guide us there. A king may move a man, a father may claim a son,… Continue reading Edward Norton
Rumi
Make me sweet againFragrant, fresh, wildAnd thankful for any small event — Rumi
Rumi
A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home. — Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing. (Harper One, 2003)
Rumi
When the ocean comes to you as a lover, marry, at once, quickly, for God’s sake! Don’t postpone it! Existence has no better gift. No amount of searching will find this. A perfect falcon, for no reason, has landed on your shoulder, and become yours. — Rumi, “No Better Gift,” Rumi the Book of Love… Continue reading Rumi
Rumi
Surge like an ocean, don’t scatter yourself like a storm. Life’s waters flow from darkness. Search the darkness, don’t run from it. Night travelers are full of light, and you are, too; don’t leave this companionship. — Rumi, from “Search the Darkness,” Love Is a Stranger (Shambhala, 2000)
Rumi
Last night that moon came along, drunk, dropping clothes in the street. “Get up,” I told my heart, “Give the soul a glass of wine. The moment has come to join the nightingale in the garden, to taste sugar with the soul-parrot.” I have fallen, with my heart shattered— where else but on your path?… Continue reading Rumi
The Vale of Soul-Making 