here and not here

“When I am with you, we stay up all night.

and

When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.

Praise God for those two insomnia!

And

the difference between them.”

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
(1207 – 1273 )
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Because I cannot sleep

Because I cannot sleep

I make music at night.

I am troubled by the one
whose face has the color of spring flowers.
I have neither sleep nor patience,
neither a good reputation nor disgrace.

A thousand robes of wisdom are gone.
All my good manners have moved a thousand miles away.
The heart and the mind are left angry with each other.


The stars and the moon are envious of each other.
Because of this alienation the physical universe
is getting tighter and tighter.
The moon says, ‘How long will I remain
suspended without a sun?’
Without Love’s jewel inside of me,


let the bazaar of my existence be destroyed stone by stone.
O Love, You who have been called by a thousand names,
You who know how to pour the wine
into the chalice of the body,
You who give culture to a thousand cultures,
You who are faceless but have a thousand faces,
O Love, You who shape the faces
of Turks, Europeans, and Zanzibaris,
give me a glass from Your bottle,
or a handful of being from Your Branch.
Remove the cork once more.
Then we’ll see a thousand chiefs prostrate themselves,
and a circle of ecstatic troubadours will play.
Then the addict will be freed of craving.
and will be resurrected,
and stand in awe till Judgement Day.       

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
(1207 – 1273 )

Be With Those Who Help Your Being

 Be with those who help your being.

Don’t sit with indifferent people, whose breath
comes cold out of their mouths.
Not these visible forms, your work is deeper.


A chunk of dirt thrown in the air breaks to pieces.
If you don’t try to fly,
and so break yourself apart,
you will be broken open by death,
when it’s too late for all you could become.


Leaves get yellow. The tree puts out fresh roots
and makes them green.
Why are you so content with a love that turns you yellow?       

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
(1207 – 1273 )

Love = tree of happiness =9

 
Love birds
love story continues…..
Bird cage

Whether Atheist or Theist…….

whether woman or man….. 

whether searcher or seeker…… 

whether teacher or student…… 

whether rich or poor…… 

whether child or old……

whether working or retiring….. 

whether knowledgeable or ignorant ……

and so on…… 

We all have a deep thirst for a kind of…… happiness which we feel we know but some how we have not been able to hold it permanently except we have short glimpses on certain occasions……

what is that happiness ? 

&

who am I ?

wisdom is a cage by which we all think to know many answers….. but love is a feeling of oneness ……where we have no questions .

freedom from cage….. 

love all.

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