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.
RumiRead
This whole universe is but a drop _x000D_ of His Beauty!
Interpretation
The universe is a reflection of divine beauty.
Rumi's quote suggests that the vast complexity and magnificence of the universe is merely a small manifestation of a greater divine beauty. It invites contemplation on the relationship between the divine and the physical world, emphasizing that everything we see is interconnected and rooted in a more profound spiritual reality.
In practice
In a speech about the interconnectedness of all things in a nature conservation meeting.
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.
The Law of Wonder rules my life at last, _x000D_ ...I burn each second of my life to Love _x000D_ Each second of my life burns out in Love _x000D_ In each leaping second Love lives afresh.
Lovers have heartaches _x000D_ That can't be cured by drugs _x000D_ Or sleep, _x000D_ Or games, _x000D_ But only by seeing their beloved.
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
The feelings of my smallness and my nothingness always kept me good company.
It was too much. The comfortable people made comfortable jokes about weather and things but I sat mostly silent saying a word or so when necessary a word or so trying to hide from them the fact that I was a fool and feeling terrible And I was numb, numb again, numb again again and again, numbness and pain swelling in me.
Pacifism, the preaching of peace in the abstract, is one of the means of duping the working class.
I wrote at the start that this was a record of hate, and walking there beside Henry towards the evening glass of beer, I found the one prayer that seemed to serve the winter mood: O God, You've done enough, You've robbed me of enough, I'm too tired and old to learn to love, leave me alone forever.
Warfare is the father of all good things, it is also the father of good prose!
There is nothing more foolish, nothing more given to outrage than a useless mob.
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