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THIS TORTURE Why should we tell you our love stories when you spill them together like blood in the dirt? Love is a pearl lost on the ocean floor, … - Rumi
" "THIS TORTURE
Why should we tell you our love stories
when you spill them together like blood in the dirt?
Love is a pearl lost on the ocean floor,
or a fire we can’t see,
but how does saying that
push us through the top of the head into
the light above the head?
Love is not
an iron pot, so this boiling energy
won’t help.
Soul, heart, self.
Beyond and within those
is one saying,
How long before I’m free of this torture!
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About Rumi
Jalal al-Din Muhammad Rumi (جلالالدین محمد رومی) Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Balkhi (جلالالدین محمد بلخى) (30 September 1207 – 17 December 1273) was an Afghan philosopher, theologian, poet, teacher, and founder of the Mevlevi (or Mawlawi) order of Sufism; also known as Mevlana (Our Guide), Jalaluddin Rumi, or simply Rumi.
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Also Known As
Pen Names:
خاموش
Native Name:
جلالالدین مُحمَّد بلخی
Alternative Names:
Jalāluddīn Balkhī Rumī
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Jalaladdin Rumi
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Jalāluddīn Muḥammad Balkhī Rūmī
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Jalāl ad-Dīn ar-Rūmī
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Jalāl al-Dīn Muḥammad ibn Muḥammad Balkhī
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Jalāladdīn Rūmī
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Rūmī
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Jalal-e Din Rumi
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Jallal ed-Din Muhammad Balkhy
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Mawlana Rumi
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Jalāl al-Dīn Rūmī
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Jelaluddin Rumi
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Mowlana
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Mawlana
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Maulana
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Mevlevi
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Mawlawi
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Mevlana
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Jalaluddin Rumi
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Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi
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Jalāl-ad-dīn Rūmī
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Jalâloddin Mohammad Rumi
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Additional quotes by Rumi
Some Hindus have an elephant to show.
No one here has ever seen an elephant.
They bring it at night to a dark room.
One by one, we go in the dark and come out
saying how we experience the animal.
One of us happens to touch the trunk.
A water-pipe kind of creature.
Another, the ear. A strong, always moving
back and forth, fan-animal. Another, the leg.
I find it still, like a column on a temple.
Another touches the curve back.
A leathery throne. Another, the cleverest,
feels the tusk. A rounded sword made of porcelain.
He is proud of his description.
Each of us touches one place
and understands the whole in that way.
The palm and the fingers feeling in the dark
are how the senses explore the reality of the elephant.
If each of us held a candle there,
and if we went in together, we could see it.
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