I see so deeply within myself.
Why would I want to bother my eyes againNow that I see the world through His eyes?
Rumi
The ravings which my enemy uttered I heard within my heart;
His dog bit my foot, he showed me much injustice; I do notbite him like a dog, I have bitten my own lip.Since I have penetrated into the secrets of individuals like menof God, why should I take glory in having penetrated his secret?I reproach myself that through my doubtings it so happenedthat purposely I…
Reason says, “ I will beguile him with the tongue.”; Love says,
The soul says to the heart, “Go, do not laugh at me and yourself.What is there that is not his, that I may beguile himthereby?”He is not sorrowful and anxious and seeking oblivion that Imay beguile him with wine and a heavy measure.The arrow of his glance needs not a bow that I should beguilethe…
Again I am raging,
bond you bind, I break, by your soul.I am like heaven, like the moon, like a candle by your glow;I am all reason, all love, all soul, by your soul.My joy is of your doing, my hangover of your thorn;whatever side you turn your face,I turn mine, by your soul.I spoke in error;it is not…
Birdsong brings relief
I’m just as ecstatic as they are,but with nothing to say!Please universal soul, practicesome song or something through me!
Are you fleeing from Love because of a single humiliation?
Love has a hundred forms of pride and disdain,and is gained by a hundred means of persuasion.Since Love is loyal, it purchases one who is loyal:it has no interest in a disloyal companion.The human being resembles a tree; its root is a covenant with God:that root must be cherished with all one’s might.A weak covenant…
If you put your hands on this oar with me,
they hold everything you want.If you put your hands on this oar with me, they would no longerlift anything to yourmouth that might wound your precious land-that sacred earth that isyour body.If you put your soul against this oar with me,the power that made the universe will enter your sinewfrom a source not outside your…
The springtime of Lovers has come,
the proclamation of heaven has come,that the bird of the soul may rise in flight.The sea becomes full of pearls,the salt marsh becomes sweet as kauthar,the stone becomes a ruby from the mine,the body becomes wholly soul.
Reason says, “ I will beguile him with the tongue.”; Love says,
The soul says to the heart, “Go, do not laugh at me and yourself.What is there that is not his, that I may beguile himthereby?”He is not sorrowful and anxious and seeking oblivion that Imay beguile him with wine and a heavy measure.The arrow of his glance needs not a bow that I should beguilethe…
I swear, since seeing Your face,
The garden is bewildered as to what is leafor blossom. The distracted birdscan’t distinguish the birdseed from the snare.A house of love with no limits,a presence more beautiful than venus or the moon,a beauty whose image fills the mirror of the heart.