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.
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The wine of this fleeting world caused your head to ache.
Interpretation
The imperfections of the world can lead to stress and confusion.
In this quote, Rumi metaphorically uses 'the wine of this fleeting world' to represent the temporary pleasures and troubles of life that can overwhelm us. The reference to a headache suggests that indulging in these worldly experiences may bring about pain and suffering, emphasizing the importance of seeking deeper meaning and clarity beyond superficial distractions.
In practice
In a discussion about the pressures of modern life, one might say, 'As Rumi pointed out, the wine of this fleeting world can cause your head to ache.'
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
They've done it before and they'll do it again and when they do it -- seems that only the children weep. Good night.
We can set our deeds to the music of a grateful heart, and seek to round our lives into a hymn β the melody of which will be recognized by all who come in contact with us, and the power of which shall not be evanescent, like the voice of the singer, but perennial, like the music of the spheres.
The great blessings of mankind are within us and within our reach; but we shut our eyes, and, like people in the dark, we fall foul upon the very thing we search for, without finding it.
Because in the school of the Spirit man learns wisdom through humility, knowledge by forgetting, how to speak by silence, how to live by dying.
Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long.
What else is there for me to conquer? Hopefully my ego. How will I know when I've succeeded? When I stop caring what anyone thinks.
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