Category: Rumi
If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?
You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?
Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.
A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.
Suffering is a gift. In it is hidden mercy.
We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.
Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love.
May these vows and this marriage be blessed.
Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.
We are born of love; Love is our mother.
