Rumi

Was a 13th-century poet, Hanafi faqih, Islamic scholar, Maturidi theologian, and Sufi mystic originally from Greater Khorasan in Greater Iran.

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Was a 13th-century poet, Hanafi faqih, Islamic scholar, Maturidi theologian, and Sufi mystic originally from Greater Khorasan in Greater Iran.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
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.
Your task is not to seek love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.
May these vows and this marriage be blessed.
May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day in paradise.
The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.
Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life's search for love and wisdom.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
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.
Your task is not to seek love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.
May these vows and this marriage be blessed.
May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day in paradise.
The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.
Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life's search for love and wisdom.