When you do things from your soul
you feel a river moving in you, a joy.
Don’t let others lead you.
They may be blind or, worse, vultures.
✻.ღ.*.Rumi.*.ღ.✻
The green in every tree is You.
The beauty of every garden is You.
My wealth,my work,my Beloved,is You.
Solitude, purity, pretence, is You.
There is no reality but You.
✻.ღ.*.Rumi.*.ღ.✻
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.
✻.ღ.*.Rumi.*.ღ.✻
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Oh Soul, you worry too much.
You have seen your own Strength.
You have seen your own Beauty.
You have seen your golden Wings.
Of anything less, why do you worry?
You are in Truth the Soul,...
of the Soul, of the Soul.
✻.ღ.*.Rumi.*.ღ.✻
ƬĤΛИҠ Y♡Ʊ F♡Ŕ ßƐĪИƓ
“Goodbyes are only for those
who love with their eyes.
Because for those who love
with heart and soul there
is no such thing as separation.”
✻.ღ.*.Rumi.*.ღ.✻
ƬĤΛИҠ Y♡Ʊ F♡Ŕ ßƐĪИƓ
If your soul feels seen here,
it’s no coincidence.
You’re not just scrolling
you’re remembering.
“Come, come again.
We are all wanderers on the same road.
Follow us. Let's keep walking together.
Humankind is being led along an evolving course,
through this migration of intelligences,
and though we seem to be sleeping,
there is an inner wakefulness
that directs the dream,
and that will eventually startle us back
to the truth of who we are
My dear Heart,
never think
you are better
than others.
Listen to their
sorrows with compassion.
If you want Peace,
don't harbor bad thoughts,
do not gossip
and don't teach
what you do not know.