
Taken From: "The Essential Rumi"Translated by: Coleman BarksHarperCollins Publishers, 1995
****Drink all your passion,and be a disgrace.Close both eyesto see with the other eye.Open your hands,if you want to be held.Sit down in this circle.
***Be empty of worrying.Think of who created thought!Why do you stay in prisonwhen the door is so wide open?Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.Live in silence
***The children follow,not knowing the taste of wine, or howhis drunkness feels. All people on this planetare children, except for a very few.No one is grown up except those free of desire.
***If you haven't left child's play,how can you be an adult?Without purity of spirit,if you are still in the middle of lust and greedand other wantings, you're like childrenplaying at sexual intercourse.They wrestleand rub together, but it's not sex!The same with the fightings of mankind.It's a squabble with play-swords.No purpose, totally futile.
***Your actions mean nothing, the sex and war that you do.***Experience that breathing.>From books and words come fantasy,and sometimes, from fantasy comes union.
***Gone, inner and outer,no moon, no ground or sky.
***The wine we really drink is our own blood.Our bodies ferment in these barrels.We give everything for a glass of this.We give our minds for a sip.
***There are thousands of winesthat can take over our minds.Don't think all ecstasiesare the same!
***Every object, every being,is a jar full of delight.Be a connoisseur,and taste with caution.Any wine will get you high.Judge like a king, and choose the purest.
***Thirst drove me down to the waterwhere I drank the moon's reflection.
***First, when I was apart from you,this world did not exist,nor any other.Second, whatever I was looking forwas always you.Third, why did I ever learn to count to three?
***This is the sema of slavery and masterydancing together. This is not being.Neither words, nor any natural factcan express this.
***Sometimes organizationand computation become absurd.
***Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,no light and no land anywhere,cloudcover thick. I try to stayjust above the surface, yet I'm already underand living within the ocean.
***Be melting snow.Wash yourself of yourself.
***The body is a device to calculatethe astronomy of the spirit.Look through that astrolabeand become oceanic.
***You kiss a beautiful mouth, and a keyturns the lock of your fear.
***The friend comes into my bodylooking for the center, unableto find it, draws a blade,strikes anywhere.
***Do you know what I'm doing?That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself?As much as a pen knows what it's writing,or the ball can guess where it's going next.
***"Since I was cut from the reedbed,I have made this crying sound.Anyone apart from someone he lovesunderstands what I say.Anyone pulled from a sourcelongs to go back.At any gathering I am there,mingling in the laughing and grieving,a friend to each, but fewwill hear the secrets hiddenwithin the notes. No ears for that.Body flowing out of spirit,spirit up from body: no concealingthat mixing. But it's not given usto see the soul. The reed fluteis fire, not wind. Be that empty."
***I have a thirsty fish in methat can never find enoughof what it's thirsty for!
***What hurts you, blesses you.Darkness is your candle.Your boundaries are your quest.I can explain this, but it would breakthe glass cover on your heart,and there's no fixing that.
***Are these enough words,or shall I squeeze more juice from this?Who am I, my friend?
***For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness.Then one swoop, one swing of the arm,that work is over.Free of who I was, free of presence, free ofdangerous fear, hope,free of mountainous wanting.The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a pieceof strawblown off into emptiness.
***The mother and father are your attachmentto beliefs and bloodtiesand desires and comforting habits.Don't listen to them!They seem to protect,but they imprison.They are your worst enemies.They make you afraidof living in emptiness.
***When you are with everyone but me,you're with no one.When you are with no one but me,you're with everyoneInstead of being bound up with everyone,be everyone.When you become that many, you're nothing.Empty.
***A lover's food is the love of bread,not the bread. No one who really loves,loves existence.
***To an Egyptian, the Nile looks bloody.To an Israelite, clear.What is a highway to one is a disaster to the other
***Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu,Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religionor cultural system. I am not from the Eastor the West, not out of the ocean or upfrom the ground, not natural or ethereal, notcomposed of elements at all. I do not exist,am not an entity in this world or the next,did not descend from Adam and Eve or anyorigin story. My place is placeless, a traceof the traceless. Neither body or soul.I belong to the beloved, have seen the twoworlds as one and that one call to and know,first, last, outer, inner, only thatbreath breathing human being.
***Come to the orchid in Spring.There is light and wine, and sweetheartsin the pomegranate flowers.If you do not come, these do not matter.If you do come, these do not matter.
***Who comes to a spring thirstyand sees the moon reflected in it?
***The rest of this poem is too blurryfor them to read.
***What is form in the presence of reality?Very feeble. Reality keeps the sky turned overlike a cup above us, revolving. Who turnsthe sky wheel? The universal intelligence.
***Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy,absentminded. Someone soberwill worry about things going badly.Let the lover be.
***A night full of talking that hurts,my worst held-back secrets. Everythinghas to do with loving and not loving.This night will pass.Then we have work to do.
***Let yourself be silently drawnby the stronger pull of what you really love.
***How to cure bad water? Send it back to the river.How to cure bad habits? Send me back to you.
***Pale sunlight,pale the wall.Love moves away.The light changes.I need more gracethan I thought.
***We must drown, away from heroism,and descriptions of heroism.
***The mystery does not get clearer by repeating the question,nor is it bought with going to amazing places.Until you've kept your eyesand your wanting still for fifty years,you don't begin to cross over from confusion.
***What the sayer of praise is really praising ishimself, by saying implicitly,"My eyes are clear."Likewise, someone who criticizes is criticizinghimself, saying implicitly, "I can't see very wellwith my eyes so inflamed."Don't ever feel sorry for someonewho wants to be the sun, that other son,the one that makes rotten things fresh.And don't ever envy someonewho wants to be this world.
***Just because you can't drink all that fallsdoesn't mean you give up taking sipsof rainwater. If the nutof the mystery can't be held,at least let me touch the shell.
***The rooster of lust, the peacock of wantingto be famous, the crow of ownership, and the duckof urgency, kill them and revive themin another form, changed and harmless.
***A true person is more calm and deliberate.He or she doesn't worry about interruptions.
***There's a hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness.We are lutes, no more, no less. If the sound boxis stuffed full of anything, no music.If the brain and the belly are burning cleanwith fasting, every moment a new song comes out of the fire.The fog clears, and the new energy makes yourun up the steps in front of you.
***When you're full of food and drink, an ugly metalstatue sits where your spirit should. When you fast,good habits gather like friends who want to help.
***You ask the embryo why he, or she, stays cooped upin the dark with eyes closed.Listen to the answer.There is no "other world."I only know what I've experienced.You must be hallucinating.
***"Just as you can't come close,I can't go out!"This is how animal energy becomes monstrousand ruins your life's freshness and beauty.
***That's why you see things in two ways.Sometimes you look at a personand see a cynical snake.Someone else sees a joyful lover,and you are both right!Everyone is half and half,like the black and white ox.
***Do you pay regular visits to yourself?Don't argue or answer rationally.Let us die,and dying, reply.
***Do you knowwhat you are to me? During the day,you're my energy for working. At night,you're my deepest sleep.
***"Would you like one piece of silver now,O Lord of my spirit, or three at breakfasttomorrow morning?"The Sufi answered,"I love the half a coin already in my handfrom yesterday more than the promise of a whole onetoday, or the promise of a hundred tomorrow.A sufi is the child of this moment."
***A hand shifts our birdcages around.Some are brought closer. Some move apart.Do not try to reason it out. Be consciousof who draws you and who not.
***Be tough, and strength will come.
***I'm through. Read the rest of this poemin the dark tonight.
***A certain person came to the Friend's doorand knocked."Who's there?""It's me."The Friend answered, "Go away. There's no placefor raw meat at this table."The individual went wandering for a year.Nothing but the fire of separationcan change hypocrisy and ego. The person returnedcompletely cooked,walked up and down in front of the Friend's house,gently knocked."Who is it?""You."Please come in, my self,there's no place in this house for two.The doubled end of the thread is not what goes throughthe eye of the needle.It is a single-pointed, fined-down, thread end,not a big ego-beast with baggage."
***Every holy person seems to have a different doctrineand practice, but there's really only one work.
***"The one who keeps me in here is the onewho keeps you out there.The same who will not let you in will not let me out."
***Then suddenly he leaned and whispered somethingin the second king's ear, and that second, thatsecond king became a wanderer too.They walked out of town hand in hand.No royal belts, no thrones.This is what love does and continues to do....So they wandered around China like birdspecking at bits of grain. They rarely spokebecause of the dangerous seriousnessof the secret they knew....All that world-power wants, really,is this weakness.So the kings talked in low tones,and carefully. Only God knows what they said.They used unsayable words. Bird language.But some people have imitated them, learneda few birdcalls, and gotten prestigious.
***You are every image, and yetI'm homesick for you.
***Who sees inside from outside?Who finds hundreds of mysterieseven where minds are deranged?See through his eyes what he sees.Who then is looking out from his eyes?
***Touch my skin so I can be myself.
***Most people guard against going into the fire,and so end up in it.
***Listen to presences inside poems,Let them take you where they will.Follow those private hints,and never leave the premises.
***Submit to a daily practice.Your loyalty to thatis a ring on the door.Keep knocking, and the joy insidewill eventually open a windowand look out to see who's there.
***Come back, my friend! The form of our loveis not created form.Nothing can help me but that beauty.There was a dawn I rememberwhen my soul heard somethingfrom your soul. I drank waterfrom your spring and feltthe current take me.
***Advice doesn't help lovers!They're not the kind of mountain streamyou can build a dam across.An intellectual doesn't knowwhat the drunk is feeling!Don't try to figurewhat those lost inside lovewill do next!
***I saw you and became empty.This emptiness, more beautiful than existence,it obliterates existence, and yet when it comes,existence thrives and creates more existence!...To praise is to praisehow one surrendersto the emptiness.
***We rarely hear the inward music,but we're all dancing to it nevertheless,
***When I am with you, we stay up all night.When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.
***Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.They're in each other all along.
***We are the mirror as well as the face in it.We are tasting the taste this minuteof eternity. We are painand what cures pain, both. We arethe sweet cold water and the jar that pours.
***I want to hold you close like a lute,so we can cry out with loving.
***Love is vanishing into the sky. The mind,for learning what men have done and tried to do.Mysteries are not to be solved. The eye goes blindwhen it only wants to see why.
***If the drinkerhas a deep gentleness in him,he will show that,when drunk.But if he has hidden anger and arrogance,those appear,and since most people do,wine is forbidden to everyone.
***On Resurrection Day your body testifies against you.Your hand says, "I stole money."Your lips, "I said meanness."Your feet, "I went where I shouldn't."Your genitals, "Me too."
***This place is a dream.Only a sleeper considers it real.Then death comes like dawn,and you wake up laughingat what you thought was your grief.
***We beganas a mineral. We emerged into plant lifeand into the animal state, and then into being human,and always we have forgotten our former states,except in early spring when we slightly recallbeing green again.
***Your bodily soul wants comforting.The severe father wants spiritual clarity.He scolds but eventuallyleads you into the open.Pray for a tough instructorto hear and act and stay with you.
***In your light I learn how to love.In your beauty, how to make poems.You dance inside my chest,where no one sees you,but sometimes I do,and that sight becomes this art.
***When the ocean surges,don't let me just hear it.Let it splash inside my chest!
***I am filled with you.Skin, blood, bone, brain, soul.There's no room for lack of trust, or trust.Nothing in this existence but that existence.
***Give the beautiful ones mirrors,and let them fall in love with themselves.That way they polish their soulsand kindle remembering in others.
***There is nothing worsethan thinking you are well enough.More than anything, self-complacencyblocks the workmanship.
***You've seen a herd of goatsgoing down to the water.The lame and dreamy goatbrings up the rear.There are worried faces about that one,but now they're laughing,because look, as they return,that goat is leading!There are many different kinds of knowing.The lame goat's kind is a branchthat traces back to the roots of presence.Learn from the lame goat,and lead the herd home.
***Your intelligence is always with you,overseeing your body, even thoughyou may not be aware of its work.If you start doing something againstyour health, your intelligencewill eventually scold you.
***The movement of your fingeris not separate from your finger.
***Give your weaknessto the one who helps.
***It's not me that's glorified in acts of worship.It's the worshippers! I don't hear the wordsthey say. I look inside at the humility.
***If the beloved is everywhere,the lover is a veil,but when living itself becomesthe Friend, lovers disappear.
***A story is like a waterthat you heat for your bath.It takes messages between the fireand your skin. It lets them meet,and it cleans you!
***There are two types on the path. Those who comeagainst their will, the blindly religious people, and thosewho obey out of love. The former have ulterior motives.They want the midwife near, because she gives them milk.The others love the beauty of the nurse.The former memorize the prooftexts of conformity,and repeat them. The latter disappearinto whatever draws them to God.Both are drawn from the source.Any movings from the mover.Any love from the beloved.
***Friends are enemies sometimes,and enemies friends.
***There are two kinds of intelligence: one acquired,as a child in school memorizes facts and conceptsfrom books and from what the teacher says,collecting information from the traditional sciencesas well as the new sciences.With such intelligence you rise in the world.You get ranked ahead or behind othersin regard to your competence in retaininginformation. You stroll with this intelligencein and out of fields of knowledge, getting always moremarks on your preserving tablets.There is another kind of tablet, onealready completed and preserved inside you.A spring overflowing its springbox. A freshnessin the center of the chest. This other intelligencedoes not turn yellow or stagnate. It's fluid,and it doesn't move from outside to insidethrough the conduits of plumbing-learning.This second knowing is a fountainheadfrom within you, moving out.
***With great speed they joined each other.When bodies blend in copulation,spirits also merge.
***Theologians mumble, rumble-dumble,necessity and free will,while lover and belovedpull themselvesinto each other.
***Someone who has heard about ecstatic love,but never tasted it, disrupts the banquet.
***The way you make love is the wayGod will be with you.
***Tell her, one surrendering bow is sweeterthan a hundred empires, is itself a kingdom.
***You could be moving in a circuit without wing,nourished without eating, sovereign without a throne.No longer subject to fortune, you could be luck itself,if you would rise from sleep, leavethe market arguing, and learn thatyour own essence is your wealth.
***Gamble everything for love,if you're a true human being.If not, leavethis gathering.
***Muhammad says,"Love of one's countryis a part of the faith."But don't take that literally!Your real "country" is where you're heading,not where you are.Don't misread that hadith.
***Don't regret what's happened. If it's in the past,let it go. Don't even remember it!
***The net, of course, finally closedaround him, and as he lay in the terriblefrying-pan bed, he thought,"If I get out of this,I'll never live again in the limits of a lake.Next time, the ocean! I'll makethe infinite my home."Inside me a hundred beingsare putting their fingers to their lips and saying,"That's enough for now. Shhhhh." Silenceis an ocean. Speech is a river.
***All our lives we've lookedinto each other's faces.That was the case today too.How do we keep our love-secret?We speak from brow to browand hear with our eyes.
***I will search for the Friend with all my passionand all my energy, until I learnthat I don't need to search.
***But knowing dependson the time spent looking!
***You fear losing some eminent position.You hope to gain something from that, but it comesfrom elsewhere. Existence does this switching trick,giving you hope from one source, thensatisfaction from another.It keeps you bewilderedand wondering, and lets your trust in the unseen grow.
***Those who inheritwealth don't know what work it took to get it.
***Nightingales are put in cagesbecause their songs give pleasure.Whoever heard of keeping a crow?
***When light returns to its source,it takes nothingof what it has illuminated.
***The wine God lovesis human honesty.
***"Dalqak, say what it is!""I was far from the court when I heardthat you needed a courier, someone who could goto Samarcand and come back in five days.""Yes!""I hurried here to tell youthat I will not be able to do it.""What!""I don't have the stamina or the agility.Don't expect me to be the one."
***With deceptive people, cover the jar, and shield it.But be calm with those in duality.Speak sweetly and reasonably.Patience polishes and purifies.
***The snake is your animal-soul. When you bring itinto the hot air of your wanting-energy, warmedby that and by the prospect of power and wealth,it does massive damage.Leave it in the snow mountains.Don't expect to oppose it with quietnessand sweetness and wishing.
***I am a cow, or thistles for camelsto browse on. People who insult meare only polishing the mirror.
***Learn from Ali how to fightwithout your ego participating.God's lion did nothingthat didn't originatefrom his deep center.Once in a battle he got the best of a certain nightand quickly drew his swords. The man,helpless on the ground, spatin Ali's face. Ali dropped his sword,relaxed, and helped the man to his feet."Why have you spared me?"How has lightning contracted backinto its cloud? Speak, my prince,so that my soul can begin to stirin me like an embryo."Ali was quiet and then finally answered,"I am God's Lion, not the lion of passion.The sun is my lord. I have no longingexcept for the One.When a wind of personal reaction comes,I do not go along with it.There are many winds full of anger,and lust and greed. They move the rubbisharound, but the solid mountain of our true naturestays where it's always been.There is nothing nowexcept the divine qualities.Come through the opening in me.Your impudence was better than any reverence,because in this moment I am you and you are me.I give you this opened heart as God gives gifts:the poison of your spit has becomethe honey of friendship."
***Earth-love, spirit-love, any lovelooks into that yonder, and whatever I try to sayexplaining love is embarrassing!Some commentaryclarifies, but with love silence is clearer.A pen went scribbling along, but when it triedto write love, it broke.If you want to expound on love,take your intellect out and let it lie downin the mud. It's no help.
***Any love based on physical beautyis not love.
***When someone does not feel gratefulto that, the forms appear to be as he feels.They mirror his anger, his greed, and his fear.Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it.
***Your intellect is in fragments, like bits of goldscattered over many matters. You must scrape themtogether, so the royal stamp can be pressed into you.
***"Water! There! There!" It's that There!that keeps him asleep. In the future, in the distance,those are illusions. Taste the here and the now of God.This present thirst is your real intelligence,not the back-and-forth, merciful brightness.Discursiveness dies and gets put in the grave.This contemplative joy does not.Scholarly knowledge is a vertigo,an exhausted famousness.Listening is better.
***What goes comes back. Come back.We never left each other.
***With company you quicken you ascent.You may be happy enough going along,but with others you'll get farther, faster.
***Stay together, friendsDon't scatter and sleep.Our friendship is madeof being awake.
***Much of our thought is of the past, or the future.They're free of those. Before a mine is dug,they judge coins. Before vineyards,they know the excitements to come.In July they feel December.
***The Prophet Muhammad said,"There is no better companionon this way than what you do. Your actions will beyour best friend, or if you are cruel and selfish,your actions will be a poisonous snakethat lives in your grave."But tell me,can you do the good work without a teacher?Can you even know what it is without the presenceof a Master? Notice how the lowest livelihoodrequires some instruction.First comes knowledge,then the doing of the job. And much later,perhaps after you're dead, something growsfrom what you've done.Look for help and guidancein whatever craft you're learning. Look for a generousteacher, one who has absorbed the tradition he's in.
***Don't feed both sides of yourself equally.The spirit and the body carry different loadsand require different attentions.Too oftenwe put saddlebags on Jesus and let the donkeyrun loose in the pasture.Don't make the body dowhat the spirit does best, and don't put a big loadon the spirit that the body could carry easily.
***Look how the caravan of civilizationhas been ambushed.Fools are everywhere in charge.Do not practice solitude like Jesus. Be inthe assembly,and take charge of it.
***Deliberation is one of the qualities of God.Throw a dog a bit of something.He sniffs to see if he wants it.Be that careful.Sniff with your wisdom-nose.Get clear. Then decide.
***We are the night ocean filledwith glints of light. We are the spacebetween the fish and the moon,while we sit here together.
***Which is worth more, a crowd of thousands,or your own genuine solitude?Freedom, or power over an entire nation?A little while alone in your roomwill prove more valuable than anything elsethat could ever be given to you.
***This we have nowis not imagination.This is notgrief or joy.Not a judging state,or an elation,or sadness.Those comeand go.This is the presencethat doesn't.
***Thisthat we are nowcreated the body, cell by cell,like bees building a honeycomb.The human body and the universegrew from this, not thisfrom the universe and human body.
***I walk into a huge pasture.I nurse the milk of millennia.Everyone does this in different ways.Knowing that conscious decisionsand personal memoryare much too small place to live,every human being streams at nightin the loving nowhere, or during the day,in some absorbing work.
***A secret turning in usmakes the universe turn.Head unaware of feet,and feet head. Neither cares.They keep turning.
***Walk to the well.Turn as the earth and the moon turn,circling what they love.Whatever circles comes from the center.
***No better love than love with no object,no more satisfying work than work with no purpose.If you could give up tricks and cleverness,that would be the cleverest trick!
***Real value comes with madness,matzub below, scientist above.Whoever finds lovebeneath hurt and griefdisappears in to emptinesswith a thousand new disguises.
***Dance, when you're broken open.Dance, if you've torn the bandage off.Dance in the middle of the fighting.Dance in your blood.Dance, when you're perfectly free.