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
When someone is counting out gold for you, don't look at your hands, or the gold. Look at the giver.
Don’t knock on any random door like a beggar. Reach your long hand out to another door, beyond where you go on the street, the street where everyone says, "How are you?" and no one says How aren’t you?
On the path of Love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the Master Painter.
Whenever sorrow comes, be kind to it. For God has placed a pearl in sorrow’s hand.
How could you reach the pearl by only looking at the sea? If you seek the pearl, be a diver: the diver needs several qualities: he must trust his rope and his life to the Friend's hand, he must stop breathing, and he must jump.
One of the marvels of the world: The sight of a soul sitting in prison with the key in its hand.
If you have no eyes, do not walk blindly; take a staff in your hand. If you have no staff of insight, do not walk without a guide.
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.
There is a community of the spirit . . . Open your hands if you want to be held . . . Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking . . . Flow down and down in always widening rings of being.
The Beloved is with you in the midst of your seeking! He holds your hand wherever you wander.
Loosen the bonds of avarice from your hands and neck.
Anyone who genuinely and consistently with both hands look for something, will find it.
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.
Open your hands if you want to be held.