If in thirst you drink water from a cup, you see God in it. Those who are not in love with God will see only their own faces in it
All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.
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.
Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river. Silence is the language of God, all else is poor translation.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there.
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.
“When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.
Praise God for those two insomnias!
And the difference between them.”
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
— Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Balkh, or Rumi (30 September 1207 – 17 December 1273), was a 13th-century Persian muslim poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mystic.
from Paul Coelho’s blog
