The Work Of Rumi

No matter which language his words are translated into, the 13th century Persian speaks so clearly to so many. He is mystical to me. His words never fail to touch my soul 

**Load the ship and set out. No one knows for certain whether the vessel will sink or reach the harbor. Cautious people say, “I’ll do nothing until I can be sure”. Merchants know better. If you do nothing, you lose. Don’t be one of those merchants who won’t risk the ocean.

**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.
**You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?
…and finally one of my favorite poems
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.