#gardenofrumi

[gardenofrumi]

You, who make all my hardship easy And the garden, trees, flowers, drunk with your gifts; The rose is drunk, the thorn is lost in dream; Pour one more cup, they’ll join in your wine’s stream.

Rumi, Shams e Tabrizi, 544

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There's a friend who feeds me pleasure and kindness. He's sewn me a robe of my own skin and veins: My body the robe for my Sufi heart, This friend my lord, my cloister, the whole world.

Rumi, Shams e Tabrizi #246

[gardenofrumi]

My moon, without you I wept like a cloud. Without you, I'm wounded, worn out and lonely. Banished from life, to sit here without you, I've died of the shame of living without you.

Rumi, #1556, Shamsi Tabrizi

[gardenofrumi]

Don't do today, Dear One, what You did yesterday, when You played Your trick on us, then rushed out of the house. Although you broke away in the flesh, you remained with us in secrecy. You seemed to be out of sight, but you settled in the nest of the heart.

Rumi, Divani Shamsi Tabrizi 2584

[gardenofrumi]

[gardenofrumi]

Abandon your desire and take on the light of wisdom, for that desire would soon lead to disappointment.

Rumi, “What God Plans”, Divani Shamsi Tabrizi 652

[gardenofrumi]

I asked, "Where is your home, beautiful moon?" She said, "In the wreck of your drunken heart. I am the sun shining into your ruin. Long may you call this wild wasteland your home."

Rumi

[gardenofrumi]

The harvest of my pain was its own peace and remedy. As low as I had sunk, I rose, faith restored from blasphemy. Body, heart, and soul obscured the path, until Body melted into heart, heart in soul, and soul in love itself.

Rumi