Rumi
Rumi
Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī, also known as Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Balkhī, Mawlānā/Mevlânâ, Mevlevî/Mawlawī, and more popularly simply as Rumi, was a 13th-century Persian poet, jurist, Islamic scholar, theologian, and Sufi mystic. Rumi's influence transcends national borders and ethnic divisions: Iranians, Tajiks, Turks, Greeks, Pashtuns, other Central Asian Muslims, and the Muslims of South Asia have greatly appreciated his spiritual legacy for the past seven centuries. His poems have been widely translated into many of the world's languages and transposed into...
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth30 September 1207
You lack a foot to travel? Then journey into yourself - that leads to transformation of dust into pure gold.
I am so small I can hardly be seen. How can this great love be inside me? Look at your eyes. They are small, but they see enormous things.
I said: what about my eyes? God said: Keep them on the road. I said: what about my passion? God said: Keep it burning. I said: what about my heart? God said: Tell me what you hold inside it? I said: pain and sorrow? He said: Stay with it. The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.
Someone who goes with a half a loaf of bread to a small place that fits like a nest around him, someone who wants no more, who is not himself longed for by anyone else. He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.
You transform all who are touched by you. Mundane concerns, troubles, and sorrows dissolve in your presence, bringing JOY.
Words can fertilize space now and then; don't deny yourself becoming enriched.
Every moment, the sunlight is totally empty and totally full.
And if one of our instruments breaks, it doesn't matter. We have fallen into the place where everything is music.
The soul which cannot endure fire and smoke won't find the Secret.
The body is not hidden from the soul, nor is the soul hidden from the body, and yet the soul is not for everyone to see.
The body itself is to reveal the light that's blazing inside your Presence.
Your way begins at the other side. Become the sky.
Beyond ideas, there's a field. Will you meet me there?