Oh soul, you worry too much. You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why d… - Rumi

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Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul.

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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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Additional quotes by Rumi

Listen, O drop, give yourself up without regret,
and in exchange gain the Ocean.
Listen, O drop, bestow upon yourself this honor,
and in the arms of the Sea be secure.
Who indeed should be so fortunate?
An Ocean wooing a drop!
In God's name, in God's name, sell and buy at once!
Give a drop, and take this Sea full of pearls.

Patience is not sitting and waiting, it is foreseeing. It is looking at the thorn and seeing the rose, looking at the night and seeing the day. Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full.

THE LAMPS ARE DIFFERENT
BUT THE LIGHT IS THE SAME

So many garish lamps in the dying brain’s lamp-show,
Forget about them.
Concentrate on the essence, concentrate on the Light.
In lucid bliss, calmly smoking off its own holy fire,

The Light streams towards you from all things,
All people, all possible permutations of good, evil, thought, passion.

The lamps are different,
but the Light is the same.

One matter, one energy, one Light, one Light-mind,
Endlessly emanating all things.

One turning and burning diamond,
One, one, one.

Ground yourself, strip yourself down,
To blind loving silence.
Stay there, until you see
You are gazing at the Light
With its own ageless eyes

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