Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape. – Rumi
Lightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly. – Rumi
How can I know anything about the past or the future, when the light of the Beloved shines only Now. – Rumi
What I most want is to spring out of this personality, then to sit apart from that leaping. I’ve lived too long where I can be reached. – Rumi
Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are. – Rumi
Ignorance is God’s prison. Knowing is God’s palace. – Rumi
This world’s existence is one night long. There’s a great lively gathering that night, but some people sleep through it. – Rumi
If you are irritated by every rub, how will you be polished? – Rumi
There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into Light. – Rumi
Whosoever knoweth the power of the dance, dwelleth in God. – Rumi
Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks
Can you find another market like this? Where, with your one rose, you can buy hundreds of rose gardens? – Rumi
At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won’t use the door, only the window. – Rumi
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. – Rumi
This is how we are with wine and beautiful food… we want and we get drunk with wanting, then the headache and bitterness afterward. – Rumi
And don’t think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It’s quiet, but the roots are down there riotous. – Rumi
The core of the seen and unseen universe smiles, but remember smiles come best from those who weep. Lightning, then the rain-laughter. – Rumi
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! – Rumi
The way the night knows itself with the moon, be that way with me. Or, alternately translated, Union is a raging river running toward the sea. Tonight the moon kisses the stars. O beloved, be like that to me. – Rumi
In each moment the fire rages, it will burn away a hundred veils. And carry you a thousand steps toward your goal. – Rumi
