Random Rumi: No one is grown up …

May I never be free of desire because it leads me to interesting places,

helps me follow my heart and listen to my needs.

linden in stone spiral

Random Rumi: I and Thou

Blessed time! when we are sitting,
I and thou,
With two forms and only one soul,
I and thou.
Fragrance, song of birds, they quicken ev’rything
When we come into the garden,
I and thou.
All the stars of heaven hurry
to see us,
And we show them our own moon,
I and thou-
I and thou without words, without
I and thou-
In delight we are united,
I and thou.
Sugar chew the heaven’s parrots
in that place
Where we’re sitting, laughing sweetly,
I and thou.
Strange that I and thou together
in this nook
Are apart a thousand miles, see-
I and thou.
One form in this dust, the other
in that land.
Sweet eternal Paradise there…
I and thou.

A word on pain ….Random Rumi #8

Every midwife knows that not until a mother’s womb softens from the pain of labor will a way unfold and the infant find that opening to be born.

Oh friend! There is a treasure in your heart, it is heavy with child.


All the awakened ones, like trusted midwives, are saying, ‘Welcome this pain! It opens the dark passage of Grace’.”

– Rumi

Random Rumi #7

You think to make your living from tailoring,

but then somehow money comes in

through goldsmithing,

which had never entered your mind.

I don’t know whether the union I want will come

through my effort, or my giving up effort,

or from something completely separate

from anything I do or don’t do.

I wait and fidget and flop about

as a decapitated chicken does, knowing that

the vital spirit has to escape this body

eventually, somehow!

This desire will find an opening

from – The Essential Rumi

Random Rumi #6

I felt overdue for a bit of Rumi


Don’t run around this world looking for a hole to hide in.

There are wild beasts in every cave! If you live with mice, the cat claws will find you.

The only real rest comes when you’re alone with God.

Live in the nowhere that you came from, even though you have an address here.

That’s why you see things in two ways. Sometimes you look at a person and see a cynical snake.

Someone else sees a joyful lover, and you’re both right!

Everyone is half and half, like the black and white ox.

Joseph looked ugly to his brothers, and most handsome to his father.

You have eyes that see from that nowhere, and eyes that judge distances, how high and how low.

You own two shops, and you run back and forth.

Try to close the one that’s a fearful trap, getting always smaller. Checkmate, this way. Checkmate that.

Keep open the shop where you’re not selling fishhooks anymore. You are the free-swimming fish.


The Essential Rumi

Random Rumi #5

Time to take a little moment out of the fast-paced lead up to christmas … Ah! Rumi…
I think you describe the spirit of christmas better than anyone I know … still it is beyond words.



from The Essential Rumi

Your intelligence is always with you, overseeing your body, even though you may not be aware of its work.

If you start doing something against your health, your intelligence will eventually scold you.

If it hadn’t been so lovingly close by and so consistently monitoring, how could it rebuke?

You and your intelligence are like the beauty and the precision of an astrolabe.

Together, you calculate how near existence is to the sun!

Your intelligence is marvelously intimate. It’s not in front of you or behind, or to the left or the right.

Now try, my friend, to describe how near is the creator of your intellect!

Intellectual searching will not find the way to that king!

The movement of your finger is not separate from your finger.

You go to sleep, or you die, and there’s no intelligent motion.

Then you awake, and your fingers fill with meanings.

Now consider the jewel-lights in your eyes. How do they work?

This visible universe has many weathers and variations.

But uncle, O uncle, the universe of the creation-word, the divine command to Be, that universe of qualities is beyond any pointing to.

More intelligent than intellect, and more spiritual than spirit.

No being is unconnected to that reality, and that connection cannot be said. There, there’s no separation and no return.

There are guides who can show you the way. Use them. But they will not satisfy your longing.

Keep wanting that energy with all your pulsing energy.

The throbbing vein will take you further than any thinking.

Muhammad said, “Don’t theorise about essence!” All speculations are just more layers of covering. Human beings love coverings!

They think the designs on the curtains are whats being concealed.

Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Don’t claim them. Feel the artistry moving through, and be silent.

Or say, “I cannot praise You as You should be praised. 

Such words are infinitely beyond my understanding.”

Random Rumi #4

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 soar
With angels bless’d; but even from angelhood
I 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-existence
Proclaims in organ tones,
To Him we shall return.


I searched for God among the Christians and on the Cross and therein I found Him not.
I went into the ancient temples of idolatry; no trace of Him was there.
I entered the mountain cave of Hira and then went as far as Qandhar but God I found not.
With set purpose I fared to the summit of Mount Caucasus and found there only ‘anqa’s habitation.
Then I directed my search to the Kaaba, the resort of old and young; God was not there even.
Turning to philosophy I inquired about him from ibn Sina but found Him not within his range.
I fared then to the scene of the Prophet’s experience of a great divine manifestation only a “two bow-lengths’ distance from him” but God was not there even in that exalted court.
Finally, I looked into my own heart and there I saw Him; He was nowhere else.


(Rumi – an anthroposophist before Dr Steiner thought of it?)

Random Rumi #3

Something opens our wings. Something

makes boredom and hurt disappear.

Someone fills the cup in front of us.

We taste only sacredness


I stand up and this one of me

turns into a hundred of me.

They say I circle around you.

Nonsense. I circle around me.


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!


Dance, when you’re broken open.

Dance, when you’ve torn the bandage off.

Dance in the middle of the fighting.

Dance in your blood.

Dance, when you’re perfectly free.



Rumi's Tomb



from The Essential Rumi