Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives. But this dove here senses the love hawk floating above, and wait… - Rumi

Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives.

Love isn't the work of the tender and the gentle;
Love is the work of wrestlers.
The one who becomes a servant of lovers
is really a fortunate sovereign.
Don't ask anyone about Love; ask Love about Love.
Love is a cloud that scatters pearls.

You are not
a drop in ocean
you are the entire ocean
in a drop .
تو قطره ای در اقیانوس نیستی ،
تو تمام اقیانوسی در یک قطره .

When someone beats a rug with a stick, he is not beating the rug – his aim is to get rid of the dust. Your inward is full of dust from the veil of ‘I’-ness, and that dust will not leave all at once. With every cruelty and every blow, it departs little by little from the heart’s face, sometimes in sleep and sometimes in wakefulness.