You were born with wings. Why prefer to crawl through life?
Love is the ark appointed for the righteous,Which annuls the danger and provides a way of escape.Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.Cleverness is mere opinion, bewilderment intuition
Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his heart, and that depends upon how much he has polished it.Whoever has polished it more sees more — more unseen forms become manifest to him.
I died as a mineral and became a plant,I died as plant and rose to animal,I died as animal and I was Man.Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soarWith angels blest; but even from angelhoodI must pass on: all except God doth perish.When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,I shall become what no mind e'er conceived.Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existenceProclaims in organ tones, To Him we shall return.
Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.
I am so happy, I cannot be contained in the world;But like a spirit, I am hidden from the eyes of the world.If the foot of the trees were not tied to earth, they would be pursuing me;For I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.
The men of God are like fishes in the ocean; they pop up into view on the surface here and there and everywhere, as they please.
The fault is in the blamer — Spirit sees nothing to criticize.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
Come, come, whoever you are.
Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving — it doesn't matter,
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow a hundred times,
Come, come again, come.
I want a heart which is split, part by part, because of the pain of separation from God, so that I might explain my longing and complaint to it.
God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches by means of opposites, so that you will have two wings to fly, not one.This discipline and rough treatment are a furnace to extract the silver from the dross.This testing purifies the gold by boiling the scum away.
Fortunate is he who does not carry envy as a companion.
The idol of your self is the mother of all idols.
To regard the self as easy to subdue is a mistake. If you wish mercy, show mercy to the weak. If you dig a pit for others to fall into,you will fall into it yourself. Many of the faults you see in others, dear reader,are your own nature reflected in them.
The lion who breaks the enemy's ranks is a minor hero compared to the lion who overcomes himself.
Whoever gives reverence receives reverence.
Were there no men of vision,all who are blind would be dead.
If you are wholly perplexed and in straits,have patience, for patience is the key to joy. If you are irritated by every rub,how will your mirror be polished?
Anyone in whom the troublemaking self has died,sun and cloud obey.
If you wish to shine like day,burn up the night of self-existence.Dissolve in the Being who is everything. There is no worse sickness for the soul,O you who are proud, than this pretense of perfection.
The heart and eyes must bleed a lot before self-complacency falls away. When the remedy you have offered only increases the disease, then leave him who will not be cured, and tell your story to someone who seeks the truth.
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.
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.
This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.I don't plan it.When I'm outside the saying of it,I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
There is a community of the spirit-Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street,and being the noise.
What is the body? That shadow of a shadowof your love, that somehow contains the entire universe.
There is no reality but God,says the completely surrendered sheikh, who is an ocean for all beings.
Disputational knowing wants customers.It has no soul.
Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded.Someone sober will worry about events going badly.Let the lover be.
I can't stop pointing to the beauty. Every moment and place says,"Put this design in your carpet!"
From Hallaj, I learned to hunt lions, but I became something hungrier than a lion.
Gamble everything for love, if you are a true human being.This dance is the joy of existence. I am filled with you.Skin, blood, bone, brain, and soul.There's no room for lack of trust, or trust.Nothing in this existence but that existence
Do not believe in an absurdity no matter who says it.Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river. When the ocean is searching for you, don't walk into the language-river. Listen to the ocean,and bring your talking business to an end.
Traditional words are just babbling in that presence, and babbling is a substitute for sight.
Every object and being in the universe is a jar overflowing with wisdom and beauty,a drop of the Tigris that cannot be contained by any skin. Every jarful spill and makes the earth more shining, as though covered in satin.
You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open;Lovers think they are looking for each other,but there is only one search: wanderingThis world is wandering that, both inside one transparent sky. In here there is no dogma and no heresy.
The cure for pain is in the pain.Good and bad are mixed. If you don't have both,you don't belong with us.
Learn from Ali how to fight without your ego participating.God's lion did nothing that didn't originate from his deep center.I am God's Lion, not the lion of passion....I have no longing except for the One.When a wind of personal reaction comes,I do not go along with it.There are many winds full of anger,and lust and greed. They move the rubbish around,but the solid mountain of our true nature stays where it's always been
This that we are now created the body, cell by cell,like bees building a honeycomb. The human body and the universe grew from this, not this from the universe and the human body.
Do not grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
Every tree and plant in the meadow seemed to be dancing, those which average eyes would see as fixed and still. God's joy moved from unmarked box to unmarked box,from cell to cell.
Observe the wonders as they occur around you.Don't claim them. Feel the artistry moving through, and be silent.
When the soul lies down in that grass,the world is too full to talk aboutlanguage, ideas, even the phrase each otherdoesn't make any sense.Out beyond ideas of rightdoing and wrongdoingThere is a field.I will meet you there
Are you fleeing from Love because of a single humiliation?What do you know of Love except the name?Love has a hundred forms of pride and disdain,and is gained by a hundred means of persuasion.Since Love is loyal, it purchases one who is loyal:it has no interest in a disloyal companion.
The human being resembles a tree; its root is a covenant with God:that root must be cherished with all one's might.
Come, seek, for search is the foundation of fortune:every success depends upon focusing the heart.
Even though you're not equipped,keep searching:equipment isn't necessary on the way to the Lord. If an ant seeks the rank of Solomon,don't smile contemptuously upon its quest.Everything you possess of skill, and wealth and handicraft,wasn't it first merely a thought and a quest?
That which God said to the rose,and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty,He said to my heart,and made it a hundred times more beautiful.
Many have been led astray by the Qur'an:by clinging to that rope many have fallen into the well.There is no fault in the rope, O perverse man,for it was you who had no desire to reach the top
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.
The lower self does not want anyone to receive anything from anybody else, and if it is aware of something receiving a special boon, it seeks to destroy it. Whatever posessions and objects of its desires the lower self may obtain, it hangs on to them, refusing to let them go out of greed for more, or out of fear of poverty and need.
To Love is to reach God.Never will a Lover's chest feel any sorrow.Never will a Lover's robe be touched by mortals.Never will a Lover's body be found buried in the earth.To Love is to reach God.
When in Love,body, mind, heart and soul don't even exist. Love rests on no foundation.It is an endless ocean,with no beginning or end. They will ask you what you have produced.Say to them,except for Love,what else can a Lover produce?
My head is bursting with the joy of the unknown.My heart is expanding a thousand fold.Every cell, taking wings,flies about the world.All seek separately the many faces of my Beloved.
There is a certain cloud,impregnated with at housand lightnings.There is my body,in it an ocean formed of his glory,all the creation,all the universes,all the galaxies,are lost in it.
I always thought thatI was me — but no,I was you and never knew it.
This is a gathering of Lovers.In this gathering there is no high, no low,no smart, no ignorant,no special assembly,no grand discourse,no proper schooling required.There is no master,no disciple.This gathering is more like a drunken party, full of tricksters, fools,mad men and mad women.This is a gathering of Lovers.
Love said to me,there is nothing that is not me.Be silent.
I don't know where I am.At times I plunge to the bottom of the sea,at times, rise up like the Sun. At times, the universe is pregnant by me,at times I give birth to it.
A hundred souls cried out, but we are yours, we are yours, we are yours.You are the light that spoke to Moses and said I am God, I am God, I am God.I said Shams-e Tabrizi, who are you?He said, I am you, I am you, I am you.
Even if you lose yourself in wrath for a hundred thousand years,at the end you will discover,it is me, who is the culmination of your dreams.
He is like a man using a candle to look for the sun.
Like a thief reason sneaked in and sat amongst the lovers eager to give them advice. They were unwilling to listen, so reason kissed their feet and went on its way.
Only from the heart can you touch the sky.
Pilgrimage to the place of the wise is to find escape from the flame of separateness.
Do you think I know what I’m doing?That for one breath or half a breath I belong to myself?As much as a pen knows what it is writingIt may be the satisfaction I need depends on my going awaySo that when I’ve gone and come back, I’ll find it at home.
Reason is like an officer when the king appears. The officer then loses his power and hides himself. Reason is the shadow cast by God; God is the sun. Reason is powerless in the expression of Love.
Return from existence to nonexistence. You are seeking the Lord and you belong to him.Nonexistence is a place of income; flee it not. This existence of more and less is a place of expenditure. Something opens our wings.
Something makes boredom and hurt disappear.Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
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.
The Eternal looked upon me for a moment with His eye of power, and annihilated me in His being, and become manifest to me in His essence. I saw I existed through Him.
The lion is most handsome when looking for food.
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.
We can’t help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water. We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.
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.
Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open? Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.
You are quaffing drink from a hundred fountains: whenever any of these hundred yields less, your pleasure is diminished. But when the sublime fountain gushes from within you, no longer need you steal from the other fountains. You are the deep innerness of all things, the last word that can be spoken. To each of us you reveal yourselves differently: to the ship as coastline, to the shore as ship.
How could the rays of God's light fit into the heart? Yet when you search you will find it there, not from the point of view of containment such that it could be said that the light is in that place. You will find it through that place …
Oh, there is many a trusty, martyred ego that has died in this world but walks about like the living. The brigand spirit has died, but its sword remains in the hand of the warrior. The sword is the same sword, but the man is not the same man -- the form confuses you. Once the ego has been transformed, the sword -- the body -- is held in the hand of the Bountiful Lord's craftsmanship.
What is it to know something of God? Burn inside that presence. Burn up.
Love is for vanishing into the sky.
God calls, … "Come out of your selves quickly, or else every instant will be a shackle, every two paces snares and traps." Come out of ourselves? But to where? To selflessness! Selflessness is meaning, meaning! Self-consciousness is names, names!
Do not break with the prophet of your time! Do not rely on your own skills and footsteps! Though you be a lion, if you travel the Path without a guide, you will be a self-seer, astray and contemptible.
If you want dervishhood, spiritual poverty, and emptiness, you must be friends with a sheikh. Talking about it, reading books, and doing practices don't help. Soul receives from soul that knowing.
Let go of thought and bring it not into your heart, for you are naked and thought is an icy wind. You think in order to escape from torment and suffering, but your thinking is torment's fountainhead. Know that the bazaar of God's Making is outside of thought…
So behead your selfhood, oh warrior! Become selfless and annihilated, like a dervish! When you have become selfless, you are secure in whatever you do: Thou didst not throw when thou threwest, but God threw (Koran 8:17).
For those who realize that everything is from God, everything is the same.......
Brother, stand the pain. Escape the poison of your impulses. The sky will bow to your beauty, if you do.
What sort of Beloved is He? As long as a single hair of love for yourself remains, He will not show His Face… You must be completely repelled by yourself and the world and be your own self's enemy… So when our religion resides in a person's heart, it stays right there until it takes his heart to God and separates it from everything unworthy.
Some one asked, "What is the Way?" I said, "This way is to abandon desires."
Oh lover of the King! Know that your way is to seek the pleasure of that Generous Lord. When you seek the Beloved's desire and pleasure, seeking your own desire is forbidden.
All the hopes, desires, loves, and affections that people have for different things -- fathers, mothers, friends, heavens, the earth, gardens, palaces, sciences, works, food, drink -- the saint knows that these are desires for God and all those things are veils. When men leave this world and see the King without these veils, then they will know that all were veils and coverings, that the object of their desire was in reality that One Thing… They will see all things face to face.
In a human being is such a love, a pain, an itch, a desire that, even if he were to possess a hundred thousand worlds, he would not rest or find peace. People work variously at all sorts of callings, crafts, and professions, and they learn astrology and medicine, and so forth, buth they are not at peace because what they are seeking cannot be found. The beloved is called dilaram because the heart finds peace through the beloved. How then can it find peace through anything else?
Now some men have followed the intellect to such an extent that they have become totally angels and sheer light. They are the prophets and saints…
In some men sensuality has dominated their intellects, so that they have totally assumed the properties of animals.
And some men have remained struggling. They are that group who feel inside themselves a suffering, a pain, a distress, a longing. They are not satisfied with their lives. These are the believers. The saints are waiting to bring the believers into their own houses and make them like themselves. And the satans are also waiting to drag them down toward themselves to the lowest of the low (Koran 95:5).
The intellect is luminous and seeks the good. How then can the dark ego vanquish it? The ego is in its own bodily home, and your intellect is a stranger; At its doorstep, a dog is an awesome lion.
Who knows his soul knows his Lord.
Man is called a rational animal; therefore, he is two things. What feeds his animality in this world is passion and desire; but the food for his essential part is knowledge, wisdom and the vision of God. Man's animal nature avoids the Real, and his human nature flies from this world. One of you is an unbeliever, and another of you is a believer. (Koran 64:2).
I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside!
Intellect is good and desirable to the extent it brings you to the King's door. Once you have reached His door, then divorce the intellect! From this time on, the intellect will be to your loss and a brigand. When you reach Him, entrust yourself to Him! You have no business with the how and the wherefore. Know that the intellect's cleverness all belongs to the vestibule. Even if it possesses the knowledge of Plato, it is still outside of the palace
You seek knowledge from books. What a shame! … You are an ocean of knowledge hidden in a dew drop…
Someone was saying: "I have studied so many branches of knowledge and mastered so many concepts; yet I still do not know which concept in man will abide forever. I have not discovered it yet."
If it could be known by means of words, there would be no need for the annihilation of individual existence or for so much suffering. You must strive to rid yourself of your own individuation before you can know that thing which will remain.
That intellectual warp and woof keeps you wrapped in blindness
His mental questionings form the barrier. His physical eyesight bandages his knowing. Self-consciousness plugs his ears.
All of these are symbols -- I mean that the other world keeps coming into this world. Like cream hidden in the soul of milk, No-place keeps coming into place. Like intellect concealed in blood and skin, the Traceless keeps entering into traces. And from beyond the intellect, beautiful Love comes dragging its skirts, a cup of wine in its hand. And from beyond Love, that indescribable One who can only be called "That" keeps coming.
Love is the cure,for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain until your eyes constantly exhale love as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.
Never be without rememberance of Him,for His rememberance gives strength and wings to the bird of the Spirit.If that objective of yours is fully realized, that is"Light upon Light"... ...But at the very least, by practicing God's rememberance your inner being will be illuminated little by little and you will achieve some measure of detachment from the world.
Love and reputation, brother,are not in harmony:don’t stand at the door of reputation, if you are a lover.
The Beloved is in the sight,and the sight is in the Beloved.
Someone asked what there was that was superior to prayer. One answer is that "the soul" of prayer is better than prayer. The second answer is that faith is better than prayer.Prayer consists of five-times-a-day performance, whereas faith is continuous. Prayer can be dropped for a valid excuse and may be postponed by license; faith cannot be dropped for any excuse and may not be postponed by license. Again, faith without prayer is beneficial, whereas prayer without faith confers no benefit.
Whoever travels without a guide needs two hundred years for a two-day journey.
The True teacher knocks down the idol that the student makes of him.
By love, bitter things are made sweet and copper turns to go . By love, the sediment becomes clear and torment is removed. By love, the dead are made to live. By love, the sovereign is made a slave.This love is the fruit of knowledge. When did folly sit on a throne like this?The faith of love is separated from all religion. For lovers the faith and the religion is God. 0 spirit, in striving and seeking become like running water. 0 reason, at all times be ready to give up mortality for the sake of immortality.Remember God always, that self may be forgotten, so that your self may be effaced in the One to Whom you pray, without care for who is praying, or the prayer.
Wisdom is like the rain. Its source is unlimited, but it comes down according to the season. Grocers put sugar in a bag, but their supply of sugar is not the amount in the bag. When you come to a grocer, he has sugar in abundance. But he sees how much money you have brought and gives accordingly.Your currency on this Path is resolution and faith, and you are taught according to your resolution and faith. When you come seeking sugar, they examine your bag to see what its capacity is; then they measure out accordingly.
Every form that you see has its original in the divine world. If the form passes away, it is of no consequence, because its original was from eternity. Be not grieved that every form that you see, every mystical saying that you have heard will pass away. The fountainhead is always bringing forth water. Since neither ceases, why should you complain? Consider this spirit as a fountain; rivers flow from it. Put regret out of your thoughts, and keep on drinking from the rivulet. Do not be afraid. The water is limitless.
It is necessary to have a guide for the spiritual journey. Choose a master, for without one this journey is full of trials, fears, and dangers. With no escort, you would be lost on a road you have already taken. Do not travel alone on the Path.
I've spent my life, my heart And my eyes this way. I used to think that love And beloved are different. I know now they are the same. I was seeing two in one.
Love is the ark appointed for the righteous,Which annuls the danger and provides a way of escape.Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.Cleverness is mere opinion, bewilderment intuition
Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his heart, and that depends upon how much he has polished it.Whoever has polished it more sees more — more unseen forms become manifest to him.
I died as a mineral and became a plant,I died as plant and rose to animal,I died as animal and I was Man.Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soarWith angels blest; but even from angelhoodI must pass on: all except God doth perish.When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,I shall become what no mind e'er conceived.Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existenceProclaims in organ tones, To Him we shall return.
Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.
I am so happy, I cannot be contained in the world;But like a spirit, I am hidden from the eyes of the world.If the foot of the trees were not tied to earth, they would be pursuing me;For I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.
The men of God are like fishes in the ocean; they pop up into view on the surface here and there and everywhere, as they please.
The fault is in the blamer — Spirit sees nothing to criticize.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
Come, come, whoever you are.
Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving — it doesn't matter,
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow a hundred times,
Come, come again, come.
I want a heart which is split, part by part, because of the pain of separation from God, so that I might explain my longing and complaint to it.
God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches by means of opposites, so that you will have two wings to fly, not one.This discipline and rough treatment are a furnace to extract the silver from the dross.This testing purifies the gold by boiling the scum away.
Fortunate is he who does not carry envy as a companion.
The idol of your self is the mother of all idols.
To regard the self as easy to subdue is a mistake. If you wish mercy, show mercy to the weak. If you dig a pit for others to fall into,you will fall into it yourself. Many of the faults you see in others, dear reader,are your own nature reflected in them.
The lion who breaks the enemy's ranks is a minor hero compared to the lion who overcomes himself.
Whoever gives reverence receives reverence.
Were there no men of vision,all who are blind would be dead.
If you are wholly perplexed and in straits,have patience, for patience is the key to joy. If you are irritated by every rub,how will your mirror be polished?
Anyone in whom the troublemaking self has died,sun and cloud obey.
If you wish to shine like day,burn up the night of self-existence.Dissolve in the Being who is everything. There is no worse sickness for the soul,O you who are proud, than this pretense of perfection.
The heart and eyes must bleed a lot before self-complacency falls away. When the remedy you have offered only increases the disease, then leave him who will not be cured, and tell your story to someone who seeks the truth.
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.
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.
This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.I don't plan it.When I'm outside the saying of it,I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
There is a community of the spirit-Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street,and being the noise.
What is the body? That shadow of a shadowof your love, that somehow contains the entire universe.
There is no reality but God,says the completely surrendered sheikh, who is an ocean for all beings.
Disputational knowing wants customers.It has no soul.
Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded.Someone sober will worry about events going badly.Let the lover be.
I can't stop pointing to the beauty. Every moment and place says,"Put this design in your carpet!"
From Hallaj, I learned to hunt lions, but I became something hungrier than a lion.
Gamble everything for love, if you are a true human being.This dance is the joy of existence. I am filled with you.Skin, blood, bone, brain, and soul.There's no room for lack of trust, or trust.Nothing in this existence but that existence
Do not believe in an absurdity no matter who says it.Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river. When the ocean is searching for you, don't walk into the language-river. Listen to the ocean,and bring your talking business to an end.
Traditional words are just babbling in that presence, and babbling is a substitute for sight.
Every object and being in the universe is a jar overflowing with wisdom and beauty,a drop of the Tigris that cannot be contained by any skin. Every jarful spill and makes the earth more shining, as though covered in satin.
You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open;Lovers think they are looking for each other,but there is only one search: wanderingThis world is wandering that, both inside one transparent sky. In here there is no dogma and no heresy.
The cure for pain is in the pain.Good and bad are mixed. If you don't have both,you don't belong with us.
Learn from Ali how to fight without your ego participating.God's lion did nothing that didn't originate from his deep center.I am God's Lion, not the lion of passion....I have no longing except for the One.When a wind of personal reaction comes,I do not go along with it.There are many winds full of anger,and lust and greed. They move the rubbish around,but the solid mountain of our true nature stays where it's always been
This that we are now created the body, cell by cell,like bees building a honeycomb. The human body and the universe grew from this, not this from the universe and the human body.
Do not grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
Every tree and plant in the meadow seemed to be dancing, those which average eyes would see as fixed and still. God's joy moved from unmarked box to unmarked box,from cell to cell.
Observe the wonders as they occur around you.Don't claim them. Feel the artistry moving through, and be silent.
When the soul lies down in that grass,the world is too full to talk aboutlanguage, ideas, even the phrase each otherdoesn't make any sense.Out beyond ideas of rightdoing and wrongdoingThere is a field.I will meet you there
Are you fleeing from Love because of a single humiliation?What do you know of Love except the name?Love has a hundred forms of pride and disdain,and is gained by a hundred means of persuasion.Since Love is loyal, it purchases one who is loyal:it has no interest in a disloyal companion.
The human being resembles a tree; its root is a covenant with God:that root must be cherished with all one's might.
Come, seek, for search is the foundation of fortune:every success depends upon focusing the heart.
Even though you're not equipped,keep searching:equipment isn't necessary on the way to the Lord. If an ant seeks the rank of Solomon,don't smile contemptuously upon its quest.Everything you possess of skill, and wealth and handicraft,wasn't it first merely a thought and a quest?
That which God said to the rose,and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty,He said to my heart,and made it a hundred times more beautiful.
Many have been led astray by the Qur'an:by clinging to that rope many have fallen into the well.There is no fault in the rope, O perverse man,for it was you who had no desire to reach the top
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.
The lower self does not want anyone to receive anything from anybody else, and if it is aware of something receiving a special boon, it seeks to destroy it. Whatever posessions and objects of its desires the lower self may obtain, it hangs on to them, refusing to let them go out of greed for more, or out of fear of poverty and need.
To Love is to reach God.Never will a Lover's chest feel any sorrow.Never will a Lover's robe be touched by mortals.Never will a Lover's body be found buried in the earth.To Love is to reach God.
When in Love,body, mind, heart and soul don't even exist. Love rests on no foundation.It is an endless ocean,with no beginning or end. They will ask you what you have produced.Say to them,except for Love,what else can a Lover produce?
My head is bursting with the joy of the unknown.My heart is expanding a thousand fold.Every cell, taking wings,flies about the world.All seek separately the many faces of my Beloved.
There is a certain cloud,impregnated with at housand lightnings.There is my body,in it an ocean formed of his glory,all the creation,all the universes,all the galaxies,are lost in it.
I always thought thatI was me — but no,I was you and never knew it.
This is a gathering of Lovers.In this gathering there is no high, no low,no smart, no ignorant,no special assembly,no grand discourse,no proper schooling required.There is no master,no disciple.This gathering is more like a drunken party, full of tricksters, fools,mad men and mad women.This is a gathering of Lovers.
Love said to me,there is nothing that is not me.Be silent.
I don't know where I am.At times I plunge to the bottom of the sea,at times, rise up like the Sun. At times, the universe is pregnant by me,at times I give birth to it.
A hundred souls cried out, but we are yours, we are yours, we are yours.You are the light that spoke to Moses and said I am God, I am God, I am God.I said Shams-e Tabrizi, who are you?He said, I am you, I am you, I am you.
Even if you lose yourself in wrath for a hundred thousand years,at the end you will discover,it is me, who is the culmination of your dreams.
He is like a man using a candle to look for the sun.
Like a thief reason sneaked in and sat amongst the lovers eager to give them advice. They were unwilling to listen, so reason kissed their feet and went on its way.
Only from the heart can you touch the sky.
Pilgrimage to the place of the wise is to find escape from the flame of separateness.
Do you think I know what I’m doing?That for one breath or half a breath I belong to myself?As much as a pen knows what it is writingIt may be the satisfaction I need depends on my going awaySo that when I’ve gone and come back, I’ll find it at home.
Reason is like an officer when the king appears. The officer then loses his power and hides himself. Reason is the shadow cast by God; God is the sun. Reason is powerless in the expression of Love.
Return from existence to nonexistence. You are seeking the Lord and you belong to him.Nonexistence is a place of income; flee it not. This existence of more and less is a place of expenditure. Something opens our wings.
Something makes boredom and hurt disappear.Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
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.
The Eternal looked upon me for a moment with His eye of power, and annihilated me in His being, and become manifest to me in His essence. I saw I existed through Him.
The lion is most handsome when looking for food.
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.
We can’t help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water. We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.
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.
Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open? Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.
You are quaffing drink from a hundred fountains: whenever any of these hundred yields less, your pleasure is diminished. But when the sublime fountain gushes from within you, no longer need you steal from the other fountains. You are the deep innerness of all things, the last word that can be spoken. To each of us you reveal yourselves differently: to the ship as coastline, to the shore as ship.
How could the rays of God's light fit into the heart? Yet when you search you will find it there, not from the point of view of containment such that it could be said that the light is in that place. You will find it through that place …
Oh, there is many a trusty, martyred ego that has died in this world but walks about like the living. The brigand spirit has died, but its sword remains in the hand of the warrior. The sword is the same sword, but the man is not the same man -- the form confuses you. Once the ego has been transformed, the sword -- the body -- is held in the hand of the Bountiful Lord's craftsmanship.
What is it to know something of God? Burn inside that presence. Burn up.
Love is for vanishing into the sky.
God calls, … "Come out of your selves quickly, or else every instant will be a shackle, every two paces snares and traps." Come out of ourselves? But to where? To selflessness! Selflessness is meaning, meaning! Self-consciousness is names, names!
Do not break with the prophet of your time! Do not rely on your own skills and footsteps! Though you be a lion, if you travel the Path without a guide, you will be a self-seer, astray and contemptible.
If you want dervishhood, spiritual poverty, and emptiness, you must be friends with a sheikh. Talking about it, reading books, and doing practices don't help. Soul receives from soul that knowing.
Let go of thought and bring it not into your heart, for you are naked and thought is an icy wind. You think in order to escape from torment and suffering, but your thinking is torment's fountainhead. Know that the bazaar of God's Making is outside of thought…
So behead your selfhood, oh warrior! Become selfless and annihilated, like a dervish! When you have become selfless, you are secure in whatever you do: Thou didst not throw when thou threwest, but God threw (Koran 8:17).
For those who realize that everything is from God, everything is the same.......
Brother, stand the pain. Escape the poison of your impulses. The sky will bow to your beauty, if you do.
What sort of Beloved is He? As long as a single hair of love for yourself remains, He will not show His Face… You must be completely repelled by yourself and the world and be your own self's enemy… So when our religion resides in a person's heart, it stays right there until it takes his heart to God and separates it from everything unworthy.
Some one asked, "What is the Way?" I said, "This way is to abandon desires."
Oh lover of the King! Know that your way is to seek the pleasure of that Generous Lord. When you seek the Beloved's desire and pleasure, seeking your own desire is forbidden.
All the hopes, desires, loves, and affections that people have for different things -- fathers, mothers, friends, heavens, the earth, gardens, palaces, sciences, works, food, drink -- the saint knows that these are desires for God and all those things are veils. When men leave this world and see the King without these veils, then they will know that all were veils and coverings, that the object of their desire was in reality that One Thing… They will see all things face to face.
In a human being is such a love, a pain, an itch, a desire that, even if he were to possess a hundred thousand worlds, he would not rest or find peace. People work variously at all sorts of callings, crafts, and professions, and they learn astrology and medicine, and so forth, buth they are not at peace because what they are seeking cannot be found. The beloved is called dilaram because the heart finds peace through the beloved. How then can it find peace through anything else?
Now some men have followed the intellect to such an extent that they have become totally angels and sheer light. They are the prophets and saints…
In some men sensuality has dominated their intellects, so that they have totally assumed the properties of animals.
And some men have remained struggling. They are that group who feel inside themselves a suffering, a pain, a distress, a longing. They are not satisfied with their lives. These are the believers. The saints are waiting to bring the believers into their own houses and make them like themselves. And the satans are also waiting to drag them down toward themselves to the lowest of the low (Koran 95:5).
The intellect is luminous and seeks the good. How then can the dark ego vanquish it? The ego is in its own bodily home, and your intellect is a stranger; At its doorstep, a dog is an awesome lion.
Who knows his soul knows his Lord.
Man is called a rational animal; therefore, he is two things. What feeds his animality in this world is passion and desire; but the food for his essential part is knowledge, wisdom and the vision of God. Man's animal nature avoids the Real, and his human nature flies from this world. One of you is an unbeliever, and another of you is a believer. (Koran 64:2).
I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside!
Intellect is good and desirable to the extent it brings you to the King's door. Once you have reached His door, then divorce the intellect! From this time on, the intellect will be to your loss and a brigand. When you reach Him, entrust yourself to Him! You have no business with the how and the wherefore. Know that the intellect's cleverness all belongs to the vestibule. Even if it possesses the knowledge of Plato, it is still outside of the palace
You seek knowledge from books. What a shame! … You are an ocean of knowledge hidden in a dew drop…
Someone was saying: "I have studied so many branches of knowledge and mastered so many concepts; yet I still do not know which concept in man will abide forever. I have not discovered it yet."
If it could be known by means of words, there would be no need for the annihilation of individual existence or for so much suffering. You must strive to rid yourself of your own individuation before you can know that thing which will remain.
That intellectual warp and woof keeps you wrapped in blindness
His mental questionings form the barrier. His physical eyesight bandages his knowing. Self-consciousness plugs his ears.
All of these are symbols -- I mean that the other world keeps coming into this world. Like cream hidden in the soul of milk, No-place keeps coming into place. Like intellect concealed in blood and skin, the Traceless keeps entering into traces. And from beyond the intellect, beautiful Love comes dragging its skirts, a cup of wine in its hand. And from beyond Love, that indescribable One who can only be called "That" keeps coming.
Love is the cure,for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain until your eyes constantly exhale love as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.
Never be without rememberance of Him,for His rememberance gives strength and wings to the bird of the Spirit.If that objective of yours is fully realized, that is"Light upon Light"... ...But at the very least, by practicing God's rememberance your inner being will be illuminated little by little and you will achieve some measure of detachment from the world.
Love and reputation, brother,are not in harmony:don’t stand at the door of reputation, if you are a lover.
The Beloved is in the sight,and the sight is in the Beloved.
Someone asked what there was that was superior to prayer. One answer is that "the soul" of prayer is better than prayer. The second answer is that faith is better than prayer.Prayer consists of five-times-a-day performance, whereas faith is continuous. Prayer can be dropped for a valid excuse and may be postponed by license; faith cannot be dropped for any excuse and may not be postponed by license. Again, faith without prayer is beneficial, whereas prayer without faith confers no benefit.
Whoever travels without a guide needs two hundred years for a two-day journey.
The True teacher knocks down the idol that the student makes of him.
By love, bitter things are made sweet and copper turns to go . By love, the sediment becomes clear and torment is removed. By love, the dead are made to live. By love, the sovereign is made a slave.This love is the fruit of knowledge. When did folly sit on a throne like this?The faith of love is separated from all religion. For lovers the faith and the religion is God. 0 spirit, in striving and seeking become like running water. 0 reason, at all times be ready to give up mortality for the sake of immortality.Remember God always, that self may be forgotten, so that your self may be effaced in the One to Whom you pray, without care for who is praying, or the prayer.
Wisdom is like the rain. Its source is unlimited, but it comes down according to the season. Grocers put sugar in a bag, but their supply of sugar is not the amount in the bag. When you come to a grocer, he has sugar in abundance. But he sees how much money you have brought and gives accordingly.Your currency on this Path is resolution and faith, and you are taught according to your resolution and faith. When you come seeking sugar, they examine your bag to see what its capacity is; then they measure out accordingly.
Every form that you see has its original in the divine world. If the form passes away, it is of no consequence, because its original was from eternity. Be not grieved that every form that you see, every mystical saying that you have heard will pass away. The fountainhead is always bringing forth water. Since neither ceases, why should you complain? Consider this spirit as a fountain; rivers flow from it. Put regret out of your thoughts, and keep on drinking from the rivulet. Do not be afraid. The water is limitless.
It is necessary to have a guide for the spiritual journey. Choose a master, for without one this journey is full of trials, fears, and dangers. With no escort, you would be lost on a road you have already taken. Do not travel alone on the Path.
I've spent my life, my heart And my eyes this way. I used to think that love And beloved are different. I know now they are the same. I was seeing two in one.
Listen for the stream
that tells you one thing.
Die on this bank.
Die on this bank.
Begin in me
the way of rivers
with the sea.
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