― Charles Bukowski
Heraclitus (via observando) —
Fall not in love with the poet
But fall for his poetry
It is in his words
That he has breathed his spirit
What will you do
With his flesh and mass?
Roam not in the gardens
Desiring to have the exotic fragrance
Sit for a while with a true poet
You will rise up as a soul enlightened.
Seek not to unravel the mysteries of love
Through these words that come forth.
Unless you yourself fall into love
Even Rumi can’t help you in anyway.
Random Xpressions (via random-expressions) —
Rumi (via ratchetkush) —
Ask me about Love,
And I will tell you the essence of madness.
Ask me of an intellect gone mad,
And I will show you a soul departed for good.
Ask me of a hundred calamities,
Of a hundred life transformations.
Ask me of a hundred deserts engulfed in fire.
Ask me of a hundred oceans red with blood.
Rumi, Hidden Music
(via residualrandomtarian) —
Love, a quality that wants nothing. Here, the Source and the object are One.