You come closer, though you never left. Water flows, and the stream stays full. You are a bag of musk. We are the fragrance. Is musk ever separated from its scent....
a voice out of this world calls on our souls not to wait any more get ready to move to the original home
your real home
your real birth place
is up here with the heavens
let your soul take a flight
like a happy phoenix
you've been tied up
your feet in the mud
your body roped to a log
break loose your ties
get ready for the final flight
make your last journey
from this strange world
soar for the heights
where there is no more
separation of you and your home
God has created
your wings not to be dormant
as long as you are alive
you must try more and more
to use your wings to show you're alive
these wings of yours
are filled with quests and hopes
if they are not used
they will wither away
they will soon decay
you may not like
what i'm going to tell you
you are stuck
now you must seek
nothing but the source
Na verdade, somos uma só alma, tu e eu. Nos mostramos e nos escondemos tu em mim, eu em ti.
Eis aqui o sentido profundo de minha relação contigo,
Porque não existe, entre tu e eu, nem eu, nem tu.
Segura o manto de seus favores, Pois ele logo desaparecerá. Se o retesa como a um arco, Ele escapará como flecha.
Vê quantas formas ele assume, Quantos truques ele inventa. Se está presente em forma, Então há de sumir pela alma.
Se o procuras no alto céu, ele brilha como a lua no lago; entras na água para capturá-lo e de novo ele foge para o céu.
Se o procuras no espaço vazio lá está, no lugar de sempre; caminhas para este lugar e de novo ele foge para o vazio.
Como a flecha que sai do arco, Como o pássaro que voa da tua imaginação, O absoluto há de fugir sempre Do que é incerto.
Escapo daqui e ali, Para que minha beleza Não se prenda a isso ou aquilo. Como o vento, sei voar, E por amor à rosa, sou como a brisa; Também a rosa há de escapar do outono.”
Vê como se eclipsa este ser: Até seu nome se desfaz Ao sentir tua ânsia de pronunciá-lo.
Ele te escapará à menor tentativa De fixar sua forma numa imagem: A pintura sumirá da tela, Os signos fugirão de teu coração.
Jalal ud-Din Rumi Poemas Místicos Divan de Shams de Tabriz. Attar Editorial.
Heartsick, heartbroken - To know love is to know pain. What could be more common ? Even so, each broken heart is so singular That with it we probe the divine. ~Rumi
You were born with potential. You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness. You were born with wings. You are not meant for crawling, so don't!
You have wings, learn to use them and fly.
Only you I choose among the entire world. Is it fair of you letting me be unhappy? My heart is a pen in your hand. It is all up to you
to write me happy or sad.
I see only what you reveal
and live as you say.
All my feelings have the color
you desire to paint.
From the beginning to the end,
no one but you.
Please make my future
better than the past.
When you hide I change
to a Godless person,
and when you appear,
I find my faith.
Don't expect to find
any more in me
than what you give.
Don't search for
hidden pockets because
I've shown you that
all I have is all you gave.