My dear heart, never think you are better than others. Listen to their sorrows with compassion. If you want peace, don't harbor bad thoughts, do not gossip and don't teach what you do not know.
Tree limbs rise and fall like the ecstatic arms of those who have submitted to the mystical life. Leaf sounds talk together like poets making fresh metaphors.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote compares the movements of tree limbs to the expressions of joy in life, highlighting the connection between nature and human experience.
In this quote, Rumi beautifully illustrates the interconnectedness of nature and human emotion. The rising and falling of tree limbs are likened to the exuberance of individuals who embrace a deeper, mystical existence. The mention of 'leaf sounds' suggests that even nature has its own language, akin to poets creating new meanings. This encapsulates the idea that life, in all its forms, is a dance of expression and creativity.
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In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be shared during a nature walk to inspire appreciation for the beauty of the world.
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Every fragile beauty, every perfect forgotten sentence, you grieve their going away, but that is not how it is. Where they come from never goes dry. It is an always flowing spring.
Whatever you keep hidden in your heart, God _x000D_ manifests in you outwardly. Whatever the root of _x000D_ the tree feeds on in secret, affects the bough and _x000D_ the leaf.
Come on sweetheart let's adore one another before there is no more of you and me
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Nature is ever at work building and pulling down, creating and destroying, keeping everything whirling and flowing, allowing no rest but in rhythmical motion, chasing everything in endless song out of one beautiful form into another.
Peering from some high window; at the gold of November sunset _x000D_ (and feeling that if day has to become night this is a beautiful way).
Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same.
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Destroying a tropical rainforest for profit is like burning all the paintings of the Louvre to cook dinner.
When you recognize the sacredness, the beauty, the incredible stillness and dignity in which a flower or a tree exists, you add something to the flower or the tree. Through your recognition, your awareness, nature too comes to know itself. It comes to know its own beauty and sacredness through you.