All your talk is worthless When compared to one whisper of the Beloved. ~ Rumi

Lovers share a sacred decree 
to seek the Beloved.
They roll head over heels,
rushing toward the Beautiful One
like a torrent of water.

In truth, everyone is a shadow of the Beloved
Our seeking is His seeking,
Our words are His words.

At times we flow toward the Beloved
like a dancing stream.
At times we are still water
held in His pitcher.
At times we boil in a pot
turning to vapor -
that is the job of the Beloved.

He breathes into my ear
until my soul
takes on His fragrance.
He is the soul of my soul
How can I escape?
But why would any soul in this world
want to escape from the Beloved?

He will melt your pride
making you thin as a strand of hair,
Yet do not trade, even for both worlds,
One strand of His hair.

We search for Him here and there
while looking right at Him.
Sitting by His side we ask,
“O Beloved, where is the Beloved?”

Enough with such questions!
Let silence take you to the core of life.

All your talk is worthless
When compared to one whisper
of the Beloved.

~ Rumi

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For Lovers, the only lecturer is the beauty of the Beloved...BY Rumi

For Lovers, 
the only lecturer 
is the beauty of the Beloved 

Their only book and lecture 
and lesson is the Face.

They are silent outwardly,
but their penetrating remembrance rises
to the high throne of their Friend.

Their only lesson is enthusiasm,
whirling, and trembling
not the fine points of jurisprudence.

~ Rumi
Mathnawi III, 3847-3849
Art by Karin Taylor