#jelaluddin

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In my opinion, best book on the collections of Rumi's poems. Something that's meant to be read, and re-read again. However many times. #Jelaluddin #Rumi #Poetry #Poems #Spiritual #Soul #Art #God #Self #Deen #SoulWater

[jelalmc]

thank you much my fellows. it is good to have writer support from supportive writers

[asabiatta]

Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu, Buddhist, Sufi, or Zen. Not any religion

or cultural system. I am not from the east or the west, not out of the ocean or up

from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not composed 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 any

origin story. My place is the placeless, a trace of the traceless. Neither body or soul.

I belong to the beloved, have seen the two worlds as one and  that one call to and know,

first, last, outer, inner, only that breath breathing

human being.

jelaluddin rumi - 13th century

[sleepydrummer]

SAY I AM YOU I am dust particles in sunlight. I am the round sun. To the bits of dust I say, Stay. To the sun, Keep moving. I am morning mist. and the breathing of evening. I am wind in the top of a grove, and surf on the cliff. Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel, I am also he coral reef they founder on. I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches. Silence, thought, and voice. The musical air coming through a flute, a spark of a stone, a flickering in metal. Both candle, and the moth crazy around it. Rose, and the nightingale lost in the fragrance. I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy, the evolutionary intelligence, the lift, and the falling away. What is, and what isn't. You who know Jelaluddin, You the one in all, say who I am. Say I am You.

THE ESSENTIAL Rumi - Translated by Coleman Barks

[maatmanifest]

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."

~Jelaluddin Rumi (13th century)

[nicole-tries]

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice. meet them at the door laughing and invite them in. Be grateful for whatever comes. because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.

Jelaluddin Rumi,

translation by Coleman Barks