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.
You're water. We're the millstone. You're wind. We're dust blown up into shapes. You're spirit. We're the opening and closing of our hands. You're the clarity. We're the language that tries to say it. You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote suggests the interconnectedness of existence, highlighting the relationship between a higher essence and the material world.
In this quote, Rumi expresses the profound relationship between the Divine and the human experience. He uses metaphors of water, wind, and spirit to illustrate how the essence of life flows through us and shapes our existence. Humanity is depicted as a reflection of these higher forces, emphasizing how we experience joy, clarity, and communication in our everyday lives, intricately linked to a larger spiritual context.
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Example use cases
In a meditation session, this quote can be used to inspire participants about the interconnected nature of life.
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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.
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Come on sweetheart let's adore one another before there is no more of you and me
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