Do you hear what the violin says
about longing? The same as the stick.
I was once a green branch in the wind.
We are all far from home.
Language is our caravan bell.
Do not stop anywhere.
The moment you are attracted to a place,
you grow bored with it.
Think of the big moves you have already made,
from a single cell to a human being.
Stay light-footed and keep moving.
Turkish, Arabic, Greek, any tongue
is a wind that was formerly water.
As a breeze carries the ocean inside it,
so within every sentence is,
Return to the source.
A moth does not avoid flame.
The king lives in the city.
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At the request of a Rumi Reader, I have enabled comments, because I agree that someone, sometime might want to write about the power of Rumi's words. So many times they have met me in ways I just have to share, and so I want you to have that opportunity here. There is no expectation for comments, but please do write something if you feel the urge. ~ Ruth