One of the greatest Islamic Sufi from Persian, 1207 – 1273
His love poetry – is not love between man and woman – but mahabbah ,…showed how great his love to Allah, our Khalik.
“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
“The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.”
“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.”
“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
Oh soul,you worry too much.You have seen your own strength.You have seen your own beauty.You have seen your golden wings.Of anything less,why do you worry?You are in truththe soul, of the soul, of the soul.”
Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.”
“We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust”
Every tree and plant in the meadow seemed to be dancing, those which average eyes would see as fixed and still”
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.”
His love poetry – is not love between man and woman – but mahabbah ,…showed how great his love to Allah, our Khalik.
“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
“The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.”
“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.”
“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
Oh soul,you worry too much.You have seen your own strength.You have seen your own beauty.You have seen your golden wings.Of anything less,why do you worry?You are in truththe soul, of the soul, of the soul.”
Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.”
“We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust”
Every tree and plant in the meadow seemed to be dancing, those which average eyes would see as fixed and still”
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.”
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