Mevlana Rumi

He whose intellect overcomes his lust is higher than the angels; he whose lust overcomes his intelligence is less than an animal.

The undisciplined man doesn't wrong himself alone--
he sets fire to the whole world.

The Beloved

One went to the door of the Beloved and knocked.
A voice asked: 'Who is there?' He answered: 'It is I.'
The voice said: 'There is no room here for me and thee.'
The door was shut.

After a year of solitude and deprivation
this man returned to the door of the Beloved.
He knocked.
A voice from within asked: 'Who is there?'
The man said: 'It is Thou.'
The door was opened for him.
Rumi

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be.

reconciling to myself, I emerge into the world
bare of all thought, clear love in which
the sun on my doorstep dances to your drum
the ant walking into it is no less than you.

I want your sun to reach my raindrops,
So your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.

When you are with everyone but me,
you're with no one.
When you are with no one but me,
you're with everyone.
Instead of being so bound up with everyone,
be everyone.
When you become that many,
you're nothing.
Empty.

Hear Blessings dropping their blossoms around you

To Love is to reach God.

You're sitting here with us, but you're also
out walking in a field at dawn.
You are yourself the animal we hunt when
you come with us on the hunt.
You're in your body like a plant is solid
in the ground, yet you're wind.
You're the diver's clothes
lying empty on the beach.
You're the fish.

In the ocean are many bright strands
and many dark strands like veins
that are seen when a wing is lifted up.
Your hidden self is blood in those, those veins
that are lute strings that make ocean music,
not the sad sound of surf,
but the sound of no shore.