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Rumi is astounding, fertile, abundant, almost more an excitable library of poetry than a person.
The dead made this world. We didn't make it. They made the poetry and the songs and the customs.
T'was a thief said the last kind word to Christ. Christ took the kindness and forgave the theft.
The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!
The peerless cup afloat Of the lake-lily is an urn some nymph Swims bearing high above her head.
The heavens and earth stay as they were; my heart Beats as it beat: the truth remains the truth.
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
Loyalty is that for the lack of which your gang will shoot you without benefit of trial by jury.
Both T.S. Eliot and I like to play, but I like to play euchre, while he likes to play Eucharist.
I don't expect you'll hear me writing any poems to the greater glory of Ronald and Nancy Reagan.
Ay! idleness! the rich folks never fail To find some reason why the poor deserve Their miseries.
All art is the tension, expressed between the uncontainable and its one perfect inevitable form.
Justice and mercy/ Are human dreams, they do not concern the birds nor the fish nor eternal God.
One of the marvels of the world: The sight of a soul sitting in prison with the key in its hand.
Don't grieve for what doesn't come. Some things that don't happen keep disasters from happening.
Let people catch something from your heart that will cause no discomfort, but help them to sing.
Love is cure, Love is power, Love is the magic of changes. Love is the mirror, of divine beauty!
Every forest branch moves differently in the breeze, but as they sway they connect at the roots.
I went inside my heart to see how it was. Something there makes me hear the whole world weeping.
A true Lover is proved such by his pain of Heart! No sickness is there like sickness of Heart!!!
You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open.
Darkness may hide the trees and the flowers from the eyes but it cannot hide love from the soul.
Whoever is loved is beautiful, but the opposite is not true, that whoever is beautiful is loved.
I said, “I just want to know you and then disappear.” She said, “Knowing me does not mean dying.
This is what love does and continues to do. It tastes like honey to adults and milk to children.
The wave is ignorant of the true nature of the sea: how can the temporal comprehend the eternal?
I may not hope from outward forms to win / The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
I never knew a trader in philanthropy who was not wrong in his head or heart somewhere or other.
The fancy is indeed no other than a mode of memory emancipated from the order of time and space.
The Sage was asked to define good manners? to which he replied, To bear patiently the rude ones.
It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.
My father said to remember your enemies as well as your friends, and don't trust either of them.
Why does my muse only speak when she is uhnhappy? She does not, I only listen when I am unhappy.
One-half plus one-half does not equal one; one whole plus one whole equals relational wholeness.
Poems are a form of music, and language just happens to be our instrument - language and breath.
Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions date descry.
Love is the true means by which the world is enjoyed: our love to others, and others love to us.
It is still beautiful to hear the heart beat but often the shadow seems more real than the body.
The ones we choose to love become our anchorwhen the hawser of the blood-tie's hacked, or frays.
My life is unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life is unkind, but I can vote for kindness.
Fame is not the glory! Virtue is the goal, and fame only a messenger, to bring more to the fold.
She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from the fact that her little bed was very white.
A few feet under the ground reigns so profound a silence, and yet so much tumult on the surface!
Let us study things that are no more. It is necessary to understand them, if only to avoid them.
Daring is the price of progress. All splendid conquests are the prize of boldness, more or less.
A one-eyed man is much more incomplete than a blind man, for he knows what it is that's lacking.
The miserable's name is Man; he is agonizing in all climes, and he is groaning in all languages.
There are no rules, no models; rather, there are no rules other than the general laws of Nature.
Technology is transforming everything. Who knows what it's doing, we don't really understand it.
The sleek, expensive girls I teach, Younger and pinker every year, Bloom gradually out of reach.