Best Rumi Poems

"At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come then, I'll sit up and sing. That cannot now be said...

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“My tears are testimony of my devotion to Beloved;
and from those tears white lilies will grow that speak the truth.”
Rumi

I had heard the legend of...

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Oh beloved,
I'm like Rumi without Shams.
A shivering summer soul,
secretly stalked by wild white winter wolves.
A chiffon child chiselling chimerical calligraphy,
cursed with invisible ink, silent in...

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The people of this world are like the three butterflies in front of a candle's flame.
The first one went closer and said:I know about love.
The...

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"From deep within my heart
I always catch the scent
of my Beloved. How can I
help but follow that fragrance?"    By Rumi


I am a...

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"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."~...

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“You try to be faithful
And sometimes you're cruel.
You are mine. Then, you leave.
Without you, I can't cope."
Rumi


in the kingdom of love,
nothing is simple,
not even musings,
so...

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Yes, that is the role of the Teacher, as Shams was to
me – showing one ‘who they are’, so they can stop
bleating, crying at night,...

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"From deep within my heart
I always catch the scent
Of my beloved. How can I
help but follow the fragrance? ~ Rumi

There is something in you that...

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“A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more than you love me?
Beloved replied, I have died to myself and I live for you.
I've disappeared...

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“When I am silent, I fall into the place where everything is music.”
Rumi

If life was a song,
what would be your refrain?

When instruments of fate performed
in...

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


Oh my love,
you will always sit
as the...

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And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. There...

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Fingers tremble,
like an alcoholic without a bottle.
His pen is graceful in its slumber,
but imprisoned ink desires to be free -
intoxicated by his poetry.

Lips are forever...

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“This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak...

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