In the house of lovers
In the house of lovers, the music never stops, the walls are made of songs and the floor dances.
— Rumi
In The Witch of Portobello, Athena lives for dance and dances to live.
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Soul of the Beloved
I belong to the soul of the Beloved. — Rumi
You are a volume in the divine book.
A mirror to the power that created the universe.
Whatever you want, ask it of yourself.
Whatever you’re looking for can only
be found inside of you.
— Rumi
Silence is the language of God,
all else is poor translation.
— Rumi
How will you know the difficulties of being human,
if you are always flying off to blue perfection?
Where will you plant your grief seeds?
Workers need ground to scrape and hoe,
not the sky of unspecified desire.
— Rumi
the breeze at dawn
The breeze at dawn
has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask
for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth
across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.
— Rumi
Persian mystical poet who many claim as their own, Turkey, Iraq, Syria. In Istanbul I found collected works, the life of.
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.
— Rumi
The story of Rumi, the famous 13th century Persian poet.
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I have come to drag you out of yourself
and take you in my heart.
I have come to bring out the beauty
you never knew you had,
and lift you like a prayer to the sky.
— Rumi
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
— Rumi
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