And don’t think the garden loses its
ecstasy in winter. It’s quiet, but
the roots are down there riotous.
(Source: litverve)
When I am silent, I fall into the place where everything is music.
A wealth you cannot imagine
flows through you.
Do not consider what strangers say.
Be secluded in your secret heart-house,
that bowl of silence.
Talking, no matter how humble-seeming,
is really a kind of bragging.
Let silence be the art
you practice.
—Rumi, translation by Coleman Barks from Rumi: Bridge to the Soul. Thank you The Beauty We Love.
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of live.
In the end, to take a step without feet.
To regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to the self.
Heart, I said, what a gift it has been
to enter this circle of lovers,
to see beyond seeing itself,
to reach and feel within the breast.
My soul, where does this breathing arise?
How does this beating heart exist?
Bird of the soul, speak in your own words,
and I will understand.
The heart replied: I was in the workplace
the day this house of water and clay was fired.
I was already fleeing that created house,
even as it was being created.
When I could no longer resist, I was dragged down,
and my features were molded from a handful of earth.
—Rumi, translated by Kabir Helminski [The Rumi Collection, Shambhala Publications, 2005]
Thank you, Memory Green
“Silence is the language of God; all else is poor translation.” —Rumi
Image: Miramii, Silent Lips, n.d.
Thank you, apoetreflects.
Knock, + He’ll open the door
Vanish, + He’ll make you shine like the sun
Fall, + He’ll raise you to the heavens
Become nothing, + He’ll turn you into everything.
With thanks to, inthedarknesswemakelove.
What is your life about, anyway? Nothing but a struggle to be someone. Nothing but a running from your own silence.
Very little grows
on jagged rock.
Be ground.Be crumbled,
so wildflowers will come up
where you are.You’ve been stony for too many years.
Try something different.
Surrender.
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,
sleep on.
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
around you,
and sleep.
~ Rumi, Ode 314 from Like This, Coleman Barks
