Rumi

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsillwhere the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.Don't go back to sleep.

If your guidance is your ego, don't rely on luck for help. you sleep during the day and the nights are short. By the time you wake up your life may be over.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.

Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.

Become the light. Only from the heart Can you touch the sky.

People of the world don't look at themselves, and so they blame one another.

Since in order to speak, one must first listen, learn to speak by listening.

That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquility.

The middle path is the way to wisdom.

The only lasting beauty is the beauty of the heart.

Thirst drove me down to the water where I drank the moon's reflection.

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.

We rarely hear the inward music, but we're all dancing to it nevertheless.

You think the shadow is the substance.

When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.

If you are irritated by every rub, how will you be polished?

Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.

O, happy the soul that saw its own faults.

We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee;
we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.

We are as pieces of chess engaged in victory and defeat:
our victory and defeat is from thee, O thou whose qualities are comely!

Who are we, O Thou soul of our souls, that we should remain in being beside thee?
We and our existences are really non-existence; thou art the absolute
Being which manifests the perishable.

We all are lions, but lions on a banner: because of the wind they are rushing onward from moment to moment.
Their onward rush is visible, and the wind is unseen: may that which is unseen not fail from us!

Our wind whereby we are moved and our being are of thy gift; our whole existence is from thy bringing into being.

The fragrance my friend,
that floats to you this moment,
streams from the tent,
of the secrets of God.

Rumi