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LOVE STORY ~ by Jalaludin Rumi (1207-1273)The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along. (translated by Coleman Barks)  

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DIE BEFORE YOU DIE ~ by Jalaludin Rumi (1207-1273) Really to experience the day of Resurrection You have to die first, for “resurrection” means “Making the dead come back to life.” The whole world is racing in the wrong direction For everyone is terrified of non-existence. That is, in reality, the only certain refuge. How […]

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PRAYER IS AN EGG ~ by Jalaludin Rumi (1207-1273) Don’t do daily prayers like a bird pecking, moving its head up and down. Prayer is an egg. Hatch out the total helplessness inside.   (translated by Coleman Barks)

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PROBLEM WITH HUMAN “GOD TALK” ~ by Jalaludin Rumi (1207-1273)   Those who don’t feel this Love pulling them like a river, those who don’t drink dawn like a cup of spring water or take in sunset like supper, those who don’t want to change, let them sleep.   This Love is beyond the study […]

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~ by Samir Selmanovic Rumi (Jelaluddin Mevlana Rumi), arguably the greatest mystical poet of any age, was born in 1207 C.E. on the Eastern shores of the Persian Empire, then Afghanistan, and settled in present day Turkey. Over a period of 25 years, he composed over 70,000 verses of poetry about divine love, mystic passion […]

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When the history of the twentieth century comes to be written, this will surely be one of the most important movements of this century – a movement of people of various religious traditions deliberately setting out to meet one another. If I tolerate you as a person of another faith I don’t have to know […]

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        DERVISH AT THE DOOR         ~ by Jalaludin Rumi (1207-1273) A dervish* knocked at a house to ask for a piece of dry bread, or moist, it didn’t matter. “This is not a bakery,” said the owner. “Might you have a piece of gristle then?” “Does this look like butchershop?” […]

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                      TIME TO THINK                     ~ by Jalaludin Rumi (1207-1273) Sit down and be quiet. You are drunk, and this is the edge of the roof. (from Turning to One Another, by Margaret J. Wheatley, 2002, Berrett-Koehler Publishers, Inc.)

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