Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

(1207 - 1273 / Persia)

Light Breeze


As regards feeling pain, like a hand cut in battle,
consider the body a robe you wear.


When you meet someone you love, do you kiss their clothes? Search out who's inside.


Union with God is sweeter than body comforts.

We have hands and feet different from these. Sometimes in dream we see them.
That is not illusion. It's seeing truly. You do have a spirit body;

don't dread leaving the physical one. Sometimes someone feels this truth so strongly that he or she can live in mountain solitude totally refreshed.


The worried, heroic doings of men and women seem weary and futile to dervishes enjoying the light breeze of spirit.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 30, 2010

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