Love chant

Let us fall in love again
and scatter gold dust all over the world.
Let us become a new spring
and feel the breeze drift in the heavens’ scent.
Let us dress the earth in green,
and like the sap of a young tree
let the grace from within sustain us.
Let us carve gems out of our stony hearts
and let them light our path to Love.
The glance of Love is crystal clear
and we are blessed by its light.

Rumi

In your light

In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.

You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,

but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.

Rumi

"Be silent! Be silent! For love behaves contrary to normal; Here the meaning hides itself if you talk too much."

Rumi

Invocação

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Oh Grande Deus!

Põe uma luz no meu coração,

uma luz nos meus olhos,

uma luz nos meu ouvidos,

uma luz nos meus cabelos,

uma luz na minha pele,

uma luz na minha carne,

uma luz no meu sangue,

uma luz nos meus ossos,

uma luz adiante de mim,

uma luz atrás de mim,

uma luz debaixo de mim,

uma luz sobre mim,

uma luz à minha direita e

uma luz à minha esquerda!

Oh! Grande Deus,

aumenta a minha luz,

dá-me uma luz, transforma-me em luz,

oh Luz da Luz, por Tua misericórdia,

oh o mais Misericordioso dos seres.

Rumi

"Inside this new love, die.

Your way begins on the other side.

Become the sky.

Take an axe to the prison wall.

Escape.

Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.

Do it now.

You're covered with a thick cloud.

Slide out the side.

Die, and be quiet.

Quiteness is the surest sign that you've died.

Your old life was a frantic running from silence.

The speechless full moon comes out now. "

Rumi

My heart tells me it is distressed with Him, but I can only laugh at such pretended injuries.

Be fair, You who are the Glory of the just. You, Soul, free of "we" and "I,"subtle spirit within each man and woman.

When a man and a woman become one, that "one" is You. And when that one is obliterated, there You are.

Where is this "we" and this "I"? By the side of the Beloved. You made this "we" and this "I" in order that you might play this game of courtship with Yourself, that all "you's" and "I's" might become one soul and finally drown in the Beloved.

All this is true. Come! You who are the Creative Word: Be You, so far beyond description.

Is it possible for the bodily eyes to see You? Can thought comprehend Your laughter or grief? Tell me now, can it possibly see You at all? Such a heart has only borrowed things to live with.

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

Rumi

You were born with potential

You were born with goodness and trust

You were born with ideals and dreams

You were born with greatness

You were born with wings

You are not meant for crawling, so don't

You have wings?!

Learn to use them and fly!

Rumi

Oh lovers, where are you going? Who are you looking for?

Your beloved is right here. She lives in your own neighborhood.

Her face is veiled. She hides behind screens calling for you,

while you search and lose yourself in the wilderness and the desert.

Cease looking for flowers, there blooms a garden in your own home.

While you go looking for trinkets, your treasure house awaits you

in your own being. There is no need for suffering, God is here!

Rumi

Whispers of the Beloved

Looking at my life

I see that only Love

Has been my soul’s companion

From deep inside

My soul cries out:

Do not wait, surrender

For the sake of Love.

If you can’t smell the fragrance

Don’t come into the garden of Love.

If you’re unwilling to undress

Don’t enter into the stream of Truth.

Stay where you are.

Don’t come our way.

All year round the lover is mad,

Unkempt, lovesick and in disgrace.

Without love there is nothing but grief.

In love… what else matters?

Love is our Mother and

The way of our Prophet.

Yet it is in our nature

To fight with Love.

We can’t see you, mother,

Hidden behind dark veils

Woven by ourselves.

Do you want to enter paradise?

To walk the path of Truth

You need the grace of God.

We all face death in the end.

But on the way, be careful

Never to hurt a human heart!

Do you know what the music is saying?

“Come follow me and you will find the way.

Your mistakes can also lead you to the Truth.

When you ask, the answer will be given.”

The Master who’s full of sweetness

Is so drunk with love, he’s oblivious.

“Will you give mesome of your sweetness?”

“I have none,” he says,

unaware of his richness.

You know what love is?

It is all kindness, generosity.

Disharmony prevails when

You confuse lust with love, while

The distance between the two

Is endless.

This Love is a KingBut his banner is hidden.

The Koran speaks the Truth

But its miracle is concealed.

Love has pierced with its arrow

The heart of every lover.

Blood flows but the wound is invisible.

Rumi

" Don't look at your form, however ugly or beautiful. Look at love and at the aim of your quest. ...O you whose lips are parched, keep looking for water. Those parched lips are proof that eventually you will reach the source"

Rumi

"Sê como o Sol para a Graça e a Piedade. Sê como a noite para encobrir os defeitos alheios. Sê como uma corrente de água para a generosidade. Sê como a morte para o ódio e a ira. Sê como a Terra para a modéstia. Aparece tal como és. Sê tal como pareces.

Se pudesses libertar-te, por uma vez, te ti mesmo, o segredo dos segredos se abriria para ti. O rosto do desconhecido, oculto além do universo, apareceria no espelho da tua percepção.

Na realidade, tua alma e a minha são o mesmo. Aparecemos e desaparecemos um com o outro. Este é o verdadeiro significado das nossas relações. Entre nós, já não há nem tu, nem eu.

O vale é diferente, acima das religiões e cultos. Aqui, em silêncio, baixa a cabeça. Funde-te na maravilha de Deus. Aqui não há lugar para religiões nem cultos.

Há uma Alma dentro de tua Alma. Busca essa Alma. Há uma jóia na montanha do corpo. Busca a mina desta jóia. Oh, sufi, que passa! Busca dentro, se podes, e não fora.

No amor, não há alto nem baixo, má conduta nem boa, nem dirigente, nem seguidor, nem devoto, só há indiferença, tolerância e entrega."

Rumi

Lovers share a sacred decree – to seek the Beloved.They roll head over heels,rushing toward the Beautiful One like a torrent of water.

In truth, everyone is a shadow of the Beloved – Our seeking is His seeking,Our words are His words.

At times we flow toward the Belovedlike a dancing stream.At times we are still waterheld in His pitcher.At times we boil in a potturning to vapor –that is the job of the Beloved.

He breathes into my earuntil my soultakes on His fragrance.He is the soul of my soul –How can I escape?But why would any soul in this worldwant to escape from the Beloved?

He will melt your pridemaking you thin as a strand of hair,Yet do not trade, even for both worlds,One strand of His hair.

We search for Him here and therewhile looking right at Him.Sitting by His side we ask,"O Beloved, where is the Beloved?"

Enough with such questions! –Let silence take you to the core of life.

All your talk is worthlessWhen compared to one whisperof the Beloved.

One Whisper of the Beloved - Rumi

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"Each moment from all sides rushes to us the call to love.

We are running to contemplate its vast green field.

Do you want to come with us?

This is not the time to stay at home,

But to go out and give yourself to the Garden."

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Rumi