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
There is a place where voices sing your beauty, A place where every breath carves your image in my soul.
Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you... This turning toward what you deeply love saves you.
We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water.
There is a way between voice and presence, where information flows. In disciplined silence it opens; with wandering talk it closes.
We can't find the truth listening to our own voice's echo. We can find ourselves only in someone's mirror
Silence is the root of everything. If you spiral into its void a hundred voices will thunder messages you long to hear.
A mountain keeps an echo deep inside. That's how I hold your voice.
There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.
I want to see you. Know your voice. Recognize you when you first come 'round the corner. Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you. I want to know the joy of how you whisper "more
Raise your words, not your voice.
I am your own voice echoing off the walls of God
At every moment, Love's voice talks to us from left and from right. All we have to do is to know how to listen.
Sit quietly and listen for a voice that will say, "Be more silent." As that happens, your soul starts to revive.
There came one and knocked at the door of the Beloved. And a voice answered and said, 'Who is there?' The lover replied, 'It is I.' 'Go hence,' returned the voice; 'there is no room within for thee and me.' Then came the lover a second time and knocked and again the voice demanded, 'Who is there?' He answered, 'It is thou.' 'Enter,' said the voice, 'for I am within.