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My Favorites RUMI Poetry....

A Persian poet and a Sufi mystic, Rumi has always been my favorite. A poet whose words give peace to my soul. Here are some verses that I love of Rumi. Hope you like them too!!!

         

         The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you
                         Don't go back to sleep
                              You must ask
                      For what you really want
                       Don't go back to sleep
                 People are going back and forth
                          Across the doorsill
                 Where the two worlds touch
                  The door is round and open
                     Don't go back to sleep

                                       ---------

       Today I'm out wandering, turning my skull
         into a cup for others to drink wine from.
 In this town somewhere there sits a calm,
                       intelligent person
     who doesn't know what he's about to do!

                                       ---------

                                    Be Fair
 Admit that love has in it all the righteousness
                         that we need.

            Confess that you're willing to forget                    
          and be numb enough to call some low
                          desire a holy name.                        
            Live as evidence that there is a way
                       from wanting to longing.
                                       ------------

           When I am with you, we stay up all night.
           When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.
              Praise God for these two insomnias!
                and the difference between them.

                     

                                    -----------

                  When it's cold and raining,

                   You are more beautiful.
 And the snow brings me even closer to your lips.
     The inner secret, that which was never born
   you are that freshness, and I am with you now
      I can't explain the goings, or the comings.
              You enter suddenly, and I am
            nowhere again. Inside the majesty.

                                        ----------

       Keep walking though there's no place to get to.
                Don't try to see through the distances.
                     That's not for human beings
                     Move within but don't move
                The way that fear makes you move.

                                        ---------

         Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing,
                 There is a field. I'll meet you there
                When the soul lies down in that grass,
                   the world is too full to talk about.
                   Ideas, language, even the phrase
                         doesn't make any sense.

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Life is a Mystery

When life is a mystery with secrets untold,

survival can’t depend on just money or gold!

If time is an illusion and nothing is certain,

it’s difficult to measure the loss and the gain.

When each one of us is a prisoner here,

what makes us believe we can claim our share?

If change is only constant, and death, an ultimate solution,

forever and always seem nothing but delusion…

Along one lonely road, you slowly lose yourself,
with a desire to earn the mountains of wealth!

No matter how hard you try, you will always lose this game,

leaving everything you earned - your name, your fame!

In the end what matters is how much you share,

without a discussion on what’s yours...what’s theirs

If the people who loved you are all long gone

then, who are these strangers that call you their own!!!

Dreams at Night!!!!

Ever wondered why all creative activity finds its potential in silence? What is thinking? Is it giving time to your mind to express itself, or just a process to browse your mind, or the instinct(popularly known as The Voice of Heart)?

I probably spend far too much time thinking about life. So many nights I have spent thinking - Thinking about various things, feeling sleepy but do not want to sleep- Just staring at my ceiling- thinking of doing something- something other than nothing- about the figures and colors I want to paint those empty canvases with, thoughts of packing my bags and running away towards the mountains, about the musical instruments I would love to learn, lost friends I would want to meet again, or just a weird imagination that if I try to spread my hands would I be able to fly like birds? About many unfulfilled dreams that are the basic cause of thoughts or may be about that charming guy I have always wanted to be with, in the sunset, holding hands!!!

And then spending whole day in making various schemes on how to turn these thoughts into reality. Have you ever had your most constructive thought at night, of how wonderful life could be? There is a strange kind of reality in these thoughts it seems, that give our lives a strange excitement. Remember Santiago, that famous character of the book 'The Alchemist' who believed in his dream so much that he traveled all the way to Egyptian Pyramids in order to chase his dream? It creates a great feeling of passion to turn these dreams into reality.

I am sure, to some extent , these late night thoughts are the basic and the most important reason for the kind of life we lead and are the first step towards achievement, as each thought is a creator of new experience and when we put all our effort to turn these imaginary experiences into reality, life becomes a wonderful journey, I believe. It is an addiction to be lost in the dreams!!!