Rumi speaks the truth

Come out of the circle of time / And into the circle of love.

All language is a longing for home.

Art is a taste of enlightenment without the full experience.

Beyond ideas, there is a field. Will you meet me there?

Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

Don't look for help from someone other than yourself. The remedy for your wound is the wound itself.

Drum sound rises on the air, its throb, my heart./A voice inside the beat says, "I know you're tired, but come. This is the way."

Every tree and plant in the meadow seemed to be dancing, those which average eyes would see as fixed and still.

Everything has to do with loving and not loving.

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!

I want to sing like the birds sing not worrying about who hears or what they think.

Imagining is like feeling around in a dark lane. You are the truth from foot to brow.Now, what else would you like to know?

Be patient. /Respond to every call that excites your spirit.

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art

Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.