Rumi: On Love

07 March 2018

At the end of my life, with just one breath left, 
if you come, I’ll sit up and sing.

I choose to love you in silence…
For in silence I find no rejection,

I choose to love you in loneliness…
For in loneliness no one owns you but me,

I choose to adore you from a distance…
For distance will shield me from pain,

I choose to kiss you in the wind…
For the wind is gentler than my lips,

I choose to hold you in my dreams…
For in my dreams, you have no end.

You think you are alive because you breathe air? 
Shame on you, that you are alive in such a limited way. 
Don't be without Love, so you won't feel dead.

Die in Love and stay alive forever.

They say there is a doorway from heart to heart, 
but what is the use of a door when there are no walls?

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.

There are lovers content with longing.
I’m not one of them.

You have no idea how hard I've looked for a gift to bring you. Nothing seemed right. What's the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the ocean. Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient. It's no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these. So I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.

Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation!

I want to see you.
Know your voice.

Recognize you when you 
first come 'round the corner. 

Sense your scent when I come  
into a room you've just left. 

Know the lift of your heel, 
the glide of your foot. 

Become familiar with the way  
you purse your lips 
then let them part,  
just the slightest bit, 
when I lean in to your space 
and kiss you. 

I want to know the joy  
of how you whisper  

Patience is not sitting and waiting, it is foreseeing. It is looking at the thorn and seeing the rose, looking at the night and seeing the day. Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full.

Remember. The way you make love is the way God will be with you.

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. 
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. 
They're in each other all along.

You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. 
Someone sober will worry about things going badly. 
Let the lover be.

Run from what's comfortable. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll be mad.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.


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