• Place before the sun a burning candle,
    And watch its brilliance disappear before that blaze.
    The candle exists no longer
    But is transformed
    Into the light. 

    - Rumi

  • Are you looking for me?  I am in the next seat.
    My shoulder is against yours.
    You will not find me in stupas, not in Indian shrine
    Rooms, nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals:
    Not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding
    Around your own neck, nor in eating nothing but vegetables.
    When you really look for me, you will see me instantly---
    You will find me in the tiniest house of time.
    Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God?
    He is the breath inside the breath.

    - Kabir

  • The darkness of night is coming along fast, and
    The shadows of love close in the body and the mind.
    Open the window to the west, and disappear into the air inside you.
    Near your breastbone there is an open flower.
    Drink the honey that is all around that flower.
    Waves are coming in:
    There is so much magnificence near the ocean!
    Listen: Sound of big seashells! Sound of bells!
    Kabir says Friend, listen, this is what I have to say:
    The Guest I love is inside me! 

    - Kabir

  • Wayfarer,
    Your body is my prayer carpet,
    For I can see in your eyes
    That you are exquisitely woven
    With the finest silk and wool.  

    - Hafiz

  • Come, come whoever you are,
    Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving
    It doesn't matter.
    Ours is not a caravan of despair;
    Ours is a caravan of joy.
    Come, even if you have broken your vow a thousand times
    Come, come, yet again, come. 

    - Rumi

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  • Define and narrow me, you starve yourself of yourself.
    Nail me down in a box of cold words, that box is your coffin.
    I do not know who I am,
    I am in astounding lucid confusion.
    I am not a Christian, I am not a Jew, I am not a Zoroastrian,
    And I am not even a Muslim.
    I do not belong to the land, or to any known or unknown sea.
    Nature cannot own or claim me, nor can heaven,
    Nor can India, China, Bulgaria,
    My birthplace is placelessness,
    My sign to have and give no sign.
    You say you see my mouth, ears, yes, nose---they are not mine.
    I am the life of life.
    I am that cat, this stone, no one.
    I have thrown duality away like an old dishrag,
     I see and know all times and worlds,
    As one, one, always one.
    So what do I have to do to get you to admit who is speaking?
    Admit it and change everything!
    This is your own voice echoing off the walls of God.

    - Rumi