Love and imagination are magicians

Who create an image of the Beloved in your mind
With which you share your secret intimate moments.

This apparition is made of nothing at all,
But from its mouth comes the question,

“Am I not your Loved One?”
and from you the soft reply

”Yes.Yes.Yes.”

Rumi

The Intellectual

The intellectual is always showing off,
the lover is always getting lost.

The intellectual runs away, afraid of drowning,
the whole business of love is to drown in the sea.

Intellectuals plan their repose,
overs are ashamed to rest.

The lover is always alone, even surrounded with people,
like water and oil, he remains apart.

The man who goes to the trouble of giving advice to a lover gets nothing.
He's mocked by passion.

Love is like musk.
It attracts attention.

Love is a tree, and lovers are its shade.

Rumi

I said, meet me in the garden.
You know the one,
it is called Smiling Spring.

There are nightingales chirping away,
wine and candle lights,
and companions as soft as
pomegranate blossoms.

You think this all would sound so perfect!
But without you by my side,
what use is the Smiling Spring?
And when you are with me,
what use are pomegranate blossoms?

Rumi

With the Beloved's water of life, no illness remains
In the Beloved's rose garden of union, no thorn remains.
They say there is a window from one heart to another
How can there be a window where no wall remains?

Rumi

The Happy Virus

I caught the happy virus last night
When I was out singing beneath the stars.

It is remarkably contagious
So kiss me.

Rumi

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there.

Rumi

Dance when you are broken open,
Dance when you have torn the bandages off,
Dance in the middle of the fighting,
Dance in your blood,
Dance when you are perfectly free!

Rumi