Rumi love poem for the morning. Contemplate with a mug of tea ♥️🌿

When someone quotes the old poetic image
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
of your robe.

Like this.

If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
don’t try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips.

Like this. Like this.

When someone asks what it means
to “die for love,” point here


The soul sometimes leaves the body, then returns.
When someone doesn’t believe that,
walk back into my house.

Like this.

-Rumi.