I have been a seeker and I still am, but I stopped asking the books and the stars. Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom. My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there. We carry inside us the wonders we seek outside us. Whatever lifts the corners of your mouth, trust that. You feel it, don’t you? Rumiīe like a tree and let the dead leaves drop. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled. RumiĪs you start to walk on the way, the way appears. I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think. Keep silent, because the world of silence is a vast fullness. Love is the bridge between you and everything. Wherever you are, and whatever you do, be in love. Only from the heart can you touch the sky. I hope you’ll like them as much as I did.
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