You hurt and have sharp desire, yet your presence is a healing calm. - Rumi

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You hurt and have sharp desire,
yet your presence is a healing calm.

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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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Native Name: جلال‌الدین مُحمَّد بلخی
Alternative Names: Jalāluddīn Balkhī Rumī Jalaladdin Rumi Jalāluddīn Muḥammad Balkhī Rūmī Jalāl ad-Dīn ar-Rūmī Jalāl al-Dīn Muḥammad ibn Muḥammad Balkhī Jalāladdīn Rūmī Rūmī Jalal-e Din Rumi Jallal ed-Din Muhammad Balkhy Mawlana Rumi Jalāl al-Dīn Rūmī Jelaluddin Rumi Mowlana Mawlana Maulana Mevlevi Mawlawi Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi Jalāl-ad-dīn Rūmī
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You attain to knowledge by argument;
You attain a craft or skill by practice;
If voluntary poverty's your choice,
companionship's the way, not hand or tongue.
The knowledge of it passes soul to soul,
not by way of talk or reams of notes.
Its signs are writ upon the seeker's heart,
yet still the seeker cannot ken those signs
until his heart becomes exposed to light
Then God reveals His: Did We not expose? [Qur'an 94:1]
for We've exposed the chambers of your breast
and placed the exposition in your heart

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

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All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,and I intend to end up there.

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.

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