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Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it. It will turn to gold. Resurrection will be now. Every moment, a new beauty.

~Rumi

What can I do, Muslims? I do not know myself.
I am neither Christian nor Jew, neither Magian nor Muslim,
I am not from east or west, not from land or sea, not from the shafts of nature nor from the spheres of the firmament, not of the earth, not of water, not of air, not of fire.
I am not from the highest heaven, not from this world, not from existence, not from being.
I am not from India, not from China, not from Bulgar, not from Saqsin,
not from the realm of the two Iraqs, not from the land of Khurasan.
I am not from the world, not from beyond, not from heaven and not from hell.
I am not from Adam, not from Eve, not from paradise and not from Ridwan.
My place is placeless, my trace is traceless, no body, no soul, I am from the soul of souls.
I have chased out duality, lived the two worlds as one.
One I seek, one I know, one I see, one I call.

~Rumi

There are a lot of children in Afghanistan, but little childhood.

~Khaled Hosseini

Be kind to your sleeping heart. Take it out into the vast fields of light...And let it breathe.

~Hafez

But listen to me. For one moment
quit being sad. Hear blessings
dropping their blossoms
around you.
~Rumi

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
~Rumi

Come sit with me! Let’s drink the holy wine of happiness.

~Rumi

Never lose hope, my heart, miracles dwell in the invisible. If the whole world turns against you keep your eyes on the Friend.

~Rumi

Calligraphy is a kind of music not for the ears, but for the eyes.

- V. Lazursky

Waterfall on the go 🚂

The springtime of Lovers has come,

that this dust bowl may become a garden;

the proclamation of heaven has come,

that the bird of the soul may rise in flight.

The sea becomes full of pearls,

the salt marsh becomes sweet as kauthar,

the stone becomes a ruby from the mine,

the body becomes wholly soul.
The intellectual is always showing off,

the lover is always getting lost.

The intellectual runs away.
~Rumi

afraid of drowning;

the whole business of love

is to drown in the sea.

Intellectuals plan their repose;

lovers are ashamed to rest.

The lover is always alone.

even surrounded by people;

like water and oil, he remains apart.

The man who goes to the trouble

of giving advice to a lover

get nothing. He’s mocked by passion.

Love is like musk. It attracts attention.

Love is a tree, and the lovers are its shade.

لباس شعر را از تن كشيدم خنده ام آمد
خودم را هیچ در آيينه ديدم خنده ام آمد

دقیقا مثل تو؛
آری تو!
باور کرده ام حالا
که کرمی در لجن‌زار پلیدم خنده ام آمد

دگر ماهی نرقصد در غزل های گل‌آلودم
و قفلی وا نگردد با کلیدم
خنده ام آمد

براي بار اول از کبوتر دور گشتم دور
و بی باکانه با زاغی پریدم خنده ام آمد

یکی امیدها را می پراند از لانه و بعدا
به‌ من می گفت: خیلی ناامیدم خنده ام آمد
~رامز