Those who don’t feel this Love
pulling them like a river,
those who don’t drink dawn
like a cup of spring water
or take in sunset like supper,
those who don’t want to change,
let them sleep.
This Love is beyond the study of theology,
that old trickery and hypocrisy.
I you want to improve your mind that way,
I’ve given up on my brain.
I’ve torn the cloth to shreds
and thrown it away.
If you’re not completely naked,
wrap your beautiful robe of words
~ Rumi, Ode 314 from Like This, Coleman Barks
“It is necessary, first of all, to set in order the things outside ourselves, for only when the mind is somewhat freed from outer disturbances can it go within But in establishing order in our external circumstances, we must not depend on others. Instead of trying to change the actions of others, we must try rather to change our own reaction to them. In all our contacts and relations with the world, we must strive to maintain equality of mind.”
“The true meaning of purifying your feeling is to become as empty as the sky. To possess the All, it is first necessary to be empty, to be void. And in that void, your deep-rooted impressions…will naturally arise in form. To give up everything in order to gain everything this is the key to all practice of Yoga.”
“My ambition is not very great. It is to live a life rich in impressions, luminous to the end; to leave behind a few books embodying my lifelong search for Truth, and a few souls who have caught fire. My aim? Simply to inspire people and give them the most complete freedom to live their own life. No glamour, no fame, no institution—nothing. To live simply and die luminously.”
Amory wandered slowly up the avenue and thought of the night as inevitably his— the pageantry and carnival of rich dusk and dim streets…it seemed that he had closed the book of fading harmonies at last and stepped into the sensuous vibrant walks of life. Everywhere these countless lights, this promise of a night of streets and singing— he moved in a half-dream through the crowd as if expecting to meet Rosalind hurrying toward him with eager feet from every corner… .How the unforgettable faces of dusk would blend to her, the myriad footsteps, a thousand overtures, would blend to her footsteps; and there would be more drunkenness than wine in the softness of her eyes on his. Even his dreams now were faint violins drifting like summer sounds upon the summer air.