Mevlana Quotes

Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.

Oh soul, you worry too much. You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why do you worry? You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.

We love that is why life is full of so many wonderful gifts.

I am filled with you. Skin, blood, bone, brain, and soul. There's no room for lack of trust, or trust. Nothing in this existence but that existence.

I Lost Everything, I Have Found Myself.

people want you to be happy, don't keep serving them your pain

نحن من أولئك الذين يفرحون دون ذهب أو ثروات نحن هادئون فى ألالم وساكنون فى الخوف وألى آخر دورة الفلك، نحن فرحون بالاستسلام لاتظن أننا مثلك، فرحون نصف فرحة.

When our guides and those who are cherished by us leave and disappear, they are not annihilated, they are like stars that vanish into the light of the sun of reality.

Dünya'daki tüm kitaplar, tüm hesaplar, akıl oyunları, sayfalarca laflar sevginin yerini tutmaz. okuyarak öğreneceksin ama severek anlayacaksın.

Sopayla kilime vuranın gayesi, kilimi dövmek değil, tozunu almaktır. Allah sana sıkıntı vermekle tozunu, kirini alır. Niye kederlenirsin?

Many of the faults you see in others, dear reader, are your own nature reflected in them. As the Prophet said, “The faithful are mirrors to one another.” MATHNAWI I, 1319, 1328

Fasting By Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi (1207 - 1273) English version by Coleman Barks There's hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness. We are lutes, no more, no less. If the soundbox is stuffed full of anything, no music. If the brain and belly are burning clean with fasting, every moment a new song comes out of the fire. The fog clears, and new energy makes you run up the steps in front of you. Be emptier and cry like reed instruments cry. Emptier, write secrets with the reed pen. When you're full of food and drink, Satan sits where your spirit should, an ugly metal statue in place of the Kaaba. When you fast, good habits gather like friends who want to help. Fasting is Solomon's ring. Don't give it to some illusion and lose your power, but even if you have, if you've lost all will and control, they come back when you fast, like soldiers appearing out of the ground, pennants flying above them. A table descends to your tents, Jesus' table. Expect to see it, when you fast, this table spread with other food, better than the broth of cabbages.

إن كان حزني من أجلك يميتني كل لحظة، لا تميتني أنت. اترك الجميع يميتني، لكن لا تميتني أنت لاتضرب برجلك من طرحته أرضا ولا تمت كذلك من صيرته حيا.

Many actions which seem cruel are from a deep friendship. Many demolitions are actually renovations.

eğer sen, can konağını arıyorsan, bil ki sen cansın. eğer bir lokma ekmek peşinde koşuyorsan, sen bir ekmeksin. bu gizli, bu nükteli sözün manasına akıl erdirirsen, anlarsın ki aradığın ancak sensin, sen.

Now is the time that we walk as humans and not as labels. Rise and walk, like did Rosa Parks, MLK, Madiba (Mandela), Honest Abe (Lincoln), Mevlana (Rumi) and many more.

Without demolishing religious schools (madrassahs) and minarets and without abandoning the beliefs and ideas of the medieval age, restriction in thoughts and pains in conscience will not end. Without understanding that unbelief is a kind of religion, and that conservative religious belief a kind of disbelief, and without showing tolerance to opposite ideas, one cannot succeed. Those who look for the truth will accomplish the mission. Mevlana Jalal ad-Din RUMI

Modernlik diye bir şey yoktur. Biz kendi benliğimizden dolayı bizden evvelkileri geri zannediyoruz. Biz şimdi elektrikle aydınlanıyoruz diye gaz lambasıyla, mumla, yağ kandili ile aydınlananları geri zannediyoruz. Hz. Mevlana yağ kandiliyle aydınlanıyordu, sen elektirikle aydınlanıyorsun diye bir satır mesnevi mi yazabildin? Onun için bu modernlik denen şeyi ben kabul etmiyorum.

BAK BİL Kİ ATLARIN ÖNÜNE İNCİLER SERİLMEZ. MÜCEVHERLERDEN SARRAFLAR ANLAR ANCAK, BAŞKASI BİLMEZ... NE FARKEDER Kİ KÖR İNSAN İÇİN ELMAS DA BİR CAM DA. SANA BAKAN BİR KÖR İSE, SAKIN KENDİNİ CAMDAN SANMA.

Elbet bizde biliriz lafi en inceden dokundurup icini acitmasini..Lakin kiyiliyoruz ama kiyamiyoruz sevdiklerimize iste...

Love of one’s country is part of the faith.” But don’t take that literally! Your real “country” is where you’re heading, not where you are.

You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.

I am filled with you. Skin, blood, bone, brain, and soul. There’s no room for lack of trust, or trust. Nothing in this existence but that existence

Words are not important in themselves, but as resonators for a center.

Don't try to put out a fire by throwing on more fire

My mission is to flood the world with Christs by the thousands, Buddhas by the hundreds, and Mevlanas by the millions.

Aşk ülkesi herkesin kendi bildiğincedir. Aşkların milleti de devleti de yoktur.(hz.Mevlana)

Her birimiz Meryemiz. İçimizdeki İsa’yı doğuralım ki, orada yüce-âliyy âlemleri seyredelim. Hz. Mevlana

The army doctor who had patched up his hands and examined him after the rescue at Kayişdaği told him a story about the Mevlana, the great saint whose order built this tekke. The Mevlana had a friend, Şams of Tabriz, a spiritual friend, the other half of his soul, one spirit in two bodies. Together they explored the depth of God in ceaseless conversation. The dervishes grew jealous of the one-in-twoness and quietly killed Şams of Tabriz. When the Mevlana was unable to find his friend, the only possible conclusion was that they had merged and Şams was now part of him. Why should I seek? I am the same as he. His essence speaks through me. I have been looking for myself. Necdet knows how long Hızır will be with him.

Cancağızım; ne kadar söz varsa düne ait, dünle birlikte gitti' demiş ya Şanı Yüce Rûmî; tıpkı bugün söylenenler gibi yarın söylenecekler de, esasında, bizden önce söylenmedi mi? Bize düşen sadece eskiyi hatırlamak; öyle değil mi, a cancağızım?

My friend, the Sufi is the friend of the present moment. To say tomorrow is not our way.

Öğreneceksin yüreğim, Öğreneceksin … Dünyanın hasret, ölümün vuslat olduğunu.

I’m the devoted slave of anyone who doesn’t claim to have attained dining with God at every way station. Many inns must be left behind before you reach your home.

Come against your will' is the toggle of the intellect; 'come willingly' is the spring-time of those who have lost their hearts.

tez ömür ağacını tövbe suyuyla sula

Pay attention to those who want to change so badly that they cry and dissolve into lovingkindness and freedom.

God’s jealousy’s* the cause—what can one do! Which heart by His love wasn’t torn in two!

He wishes me to get out of myself . He wishes me to sit in freedom . I was constantly involved with ambition , and now he tells me to break all the chains .

Ya Olduğun Gibi Görün Ya Göründüğün Gibi Ol

What You Seek Is Seeking You” —Rumi

WITH GOD THERE IS NO ROOM FOR TWO EGOS. You say “I,” and He says “I.” In order for this duality to disappear, either you must die for Him or He for you. It is not possible, however, for Him to die—either phenomenally or conceptually—because “He is the Ever-living who dieth not.” He is so gracious, however, that if it were possible He would die for you in order that the duality might disappear.

Erich Auerbach, bir başka meslektaşı olan Leo Spitzer’le birlikte ‘Weltliteratur’ yani dünya edebiyatı kavramını sistemleştirmeye çalıştı. Aslında bu kavram daha önce Goethe tarafından ortaya atılmıştı. Aynı zamanda bir filozof olan Goethe, ayrı medeniyetlerin yarattığı edebiyattan çok, dünyanın yarattığı edebiyatı anlamaya çalışıyordu. Bu nedenle ileri yaşlarında Farsça öğrendi. İranlı büyük şairleri, Hafız’ı, Sadi’yi, bu arada sizin ortak değeriniz Mevlana Rumi’yi okudu. Meşhur West-Östlicher Diwan’ını yazdı.” “Yani Batı-Doğu Divanı mı oluyor?” “Evet, tam çevirisi bu.” “Max, Mevlana’ya neden ortak değer dediniz?” “Çünkü Konya’da oturmuş ama Farsça yazmış. Eğer Türkçe yazsaydı, üzgünüm ama, dünyanın ondan pek az haberi olurdu. Baksanıza sizin büyük şairleriniz Yunus Emre, Şeyh Galip daha az değerli olmamalarına rağmen dünyada tanınmaz ama Ömer Hayyam, Sadi, Hafız, Rumi çok okunur. Bunda Farsça’nın ve elbette Goethe’nin büyük payı vardır.

There is a candle in the heart of man, waiting to be kindled. In separation from the Friend, there is a cut waiting to be stitched. O, you who are ignorant of endurance and the burning fire of love---- Love comes of its own free will, it can't be learned in any school.

When a frog slips into the water, The snake cannot get it. Then the frog climbs back out and croaks, and the snake moves toward him again. Even if the frog learned to hiss, still the snake would hear through the hiss the information he needed, the frog voice underneath.

Онези, чиито сърца горят, не се захласват по аромат и цвят. Те виждат самата Красота – Навсякъде, във всеки миг. Те пробиват черупката на мнението и вкусват ядката на непосредственото преживяване. Те разкъсват (завесата) на мислите и откриват съзнателността. Те прекосяват океана, отивайки към източника на Знанието.

I died to the inorganic state and became endowed with growth, and then I died to vegetable growth and attained to the animal. I died from the animality and became Adam; why, then, should I fear? When have I become less by dying? At the next remove, I shall die to man, that I may soar and lift my head amongst the angels. And I must escape even from the state of the angel; everything is perishing except His Face.

Temellerini Arap ve İran’dan alan musiki sanatı, Timur’dan önce de Orta Asya’da vardı. Timur’un buyruğu ile her taraftan getirilen uzman âlimlerin gayretleriyle bu sanat birdenbire canlandı ve ayağa kalktı. Doğudaki İslâm ülkelerinin her tarafından getirilen çalgılar ve çalgıcılar, bizim bugünkü klasik musikimizin yükselmesine ve yücelmesine hizmet vermişlerdir. Az zamanda yerli halktan büyük musikişinaslar yetişmişti. Hatta Tühfetü-s-sürür’un söylediğine göre; meşhur Mirza Uluğbek’in kendisi de musiki âlimlerinden sayılmıştır. Ülke yönetimi Emir Timur’un çocuklarındayken; kanuncu Derviş Ahmedî (Semerkantlı), neyci Sultan Ahmed (Semerkantlı), Türkçe ve Farsça iki divan ile musiki hakkında bir risalesi bulunan Karagöllü Hisamî, musiki hakkında bir kitap yazan Harezmli Abdulvefa, doktor ve musiki âlimi olan Belhli Mevlana Sahib ve ünlü bestekârlardan sayılan Şehrisebizli Abdulbereke gibi kişiler yetişmiş ve musikimiz için hizmet vermişlerdir. Nakkareci ve şair olan Kadimî, Nevai’nin musiki muallimi Hoca Yusuf Burhan ve Nevai’nin dayısı Muhammedelî Ğaribî de bu zamanın meşhur musikişinaslarındandılar.

look at love how it tangles with the one fallen in love look at spirit how it fuses with earth giving it new life why are you so busy with this or that or good or bad pay attention to how things blend why talk about all the known and the unknown see how the unknown merges into the known why think separately of this life and the next when one is born from the last look at your heart and tongue one feels but deaf and dumb the other speaks in words and signs look at water and fire earth and wind enemies and friends all at once the wolf and the lamb the lion and the deer far away yet together look at the unity of this spring and winter manifested in the equinox you too must mingle my friends since the earth and the sky are mingled just for you and me be like sugarcane sweet yet silent don’t get mixed up with bitter words my beloved grows right out of my own heart how much more union can there be

Sufism is the reconciliation of all opposites: the outer and the inner, the material and the spiritual, the finite and the infinite, the here and the hereafter, freedom and servanthood, the human and the divine. Enlightenment in this tradition does not prevent us from functioning in a practical and humble way in life, does not entitle us to special treatment, does not exclude us from the inevitable joys and griefs of life. The Sufi’s union with God does not cancel servanthood. What I found through Sufism far exceeded my hopes. As an example, one poet said to me: “All of my reading, study, and creative writing could not have prepared me for the poetry of Rumi.” And yet all Rumi’s poetry is just the wave on the surface of the ocean of Sufi spirituality. Perhaps it is consistent with the idea of Divine generosity that it should exceed in actuality the gift we had foreseen in our imagination. The Source is not only infinitely generous, it is infinitely creative, and its gifts surpass human imagination.

Kusur bulmak niyetiyle bakma; bulmak için bakarsan bulursun elbet. Kusuru örtmeyi marifet edinirsen kusursuz olursun

We come much closer together when the Heart of the matter is unveiled, when the best of Hinduism and Islam and Christianity are uncovered, then we are dealing with people who love God. We're not dealing with inculturated things, with prejudices of different times and places, we're dealing with ecstatic love of God. Think of Rumi the poet, also known as Mevlana, whose delight in the reality of God caused him to dance spontaneously and it gave rise to the Dervishes of Sufism, the mystical dimension of Islam.

Batı aklının...bir handikabı var. Çerçevenin içinde olmayı önemsiyor, dolayısıyla hakikati daraltıyor. Sistematik analiz kalıpları dışına çıkıldığında, boşluğa düşülüyor. Batı kültürü daha çok tüketime, görseliğe, gürültüye, eğlenceye, hıza ve hazza dayanmaktadır. Bu anlamda insanların aklı bombalanmış, bütünlüğü hasar görmüştür. Batı insanının üzerine çöken maddi ağırlık derinlikli düşünmesini ve ince duyarlıklar edinmesini engellemektedir. Bunun ne demek olduğunu çok iyi bilirim. Hakikate maruz kaldıkça, Hazreti Mevlana'nın şu sözü bana açıldı: 'Senin gürültün benim suskunluğumdur.

The whole world’s jealous, for God’s jealousy

Hayatın amacı,kendine varmaktır. Oysa herkese yaklaşır, her yere varır, bir tek kendinden uzak kalır insan; her yeri, her şeyi keşfeder ama kendinde kıpırtısız duran okyanuslardan haberi bile olmaz.

There is no Sufism without Islam. Yet there are some who would like to suffocate the breath of Allah and the Prophet Mohammed from the work of Mevlana Jalaludddin Rumi.

Do we dress with dignity, with a reflection of beauty? The entire world is wearing blue jeans and a black tee shirt. A banal sameness has covered us like wings of a black bird. Do we dress as if we were to meet Mevlana Jalauddin? Is our house clean, prepared for the possibility of a visit from Mevlana?

On multiple occasions I've been called an antichrist, which couldn't be farther from the truth. If anything, I am radically pro-christ. My mission is to flood the world with Christs by the thousands, Buddhas by the hundreds, and Mevlanas by the millions.

Don't Have to Agree, to Love (Sonnet 1347) You don't have to agree with a person completely, to love them - accept them. There are a few, I disagree with plenty, yet till death, I'll fight for them. Not all that Rumi wrote apply today, yet I love Mevlana like my own brother. Even more of Aquinas are out of date, yet like a friend I love my Thomas. Heart doesn't care about consensus of the brain, Heart only cares for an inexplicable closeness. Intellect has no bearing over heart's closeness, Often intellect is a barrier to life's wholeness. Intellect is boon, but only when it helps wholeness. Being right is not necessarily the mark of goodness.

What sprouts up every spring will wither by autumn, but the rose garden of Love is always green.

Journey forth from your own self to God's Self—voyage without end.

Love Thy Hater (The Sonnet) Soul that is kind is soul divine, Mind segregated is most unholy kind. Helping the helpless is holiness alive, Day of the living is day of the divine. The living never die, the dead never live. Body dies, not deeds - Deeds live, not creed. My heart that holds Mevlana as brother, also holds Tom (Aquinas) as bosom buddy. Many ideas of both are out of date today, yet both are epitome of heart's purity. Make every molecule the home of love, let no divisive tradition taint your fervor. Human begins at the end of hate - Restrain the hate, but love thy hater.

In order to understand the context and deep meaning of the so-called 'whirling dance', we must first understand how both the Mevlana and this movement are situated within the context of Sufism.

Büyük bir sırrın içinde gizli tutulduğu her halinden belli olan bu törenlerin, Gök Türk Devleti'nde de aynı şekilde sürdürüldüğü biliniyor.

Her şeye rağmen, ölen insana zormuş, mevlana. Ölen geri gelmiyormuş. Yaşayanlar ah-vah edip, saçlarını başlarını yolsalar bile zaman her şeyi unutturuyormuş. Mesela ben...

Zaten zeki insanlar kurnaz olmaz, kurnazlar da zeki. Bu iki kavram arasında kesin bir zıtlık vardır. Einstein da kurnaz değildir, Mevlana da, Nietzsche de, Hz. İsa da. Herhangi bir sokak kurnazı, bu büyük insanları iki dakikada kandırmayı başarabilir. Çünkü hem küçük hesaplara akılları ermez onların, hem de insanlıkla ilgili yüksek düşünceleri bu derece alçalmayı kavrayamaz.

I could reach great heights with your love,and with longing for you I will increase a hundredfold. They ask, why are you circling him? O ignorance, I am circling myself.

Duydum ki gıybetimi yapmışsın,yüzüme söylemekten kaçmışsın / Benim gibi bir acizden korkmuş Allah’tan korkmamışsın.

Aşıkların gönüllerinin yanışıyla gözyaşları olmasaydı, dünyada su da olmazdı, ateş de.

Though you read a hundred volumes without a pause, you won't remember a single point without a Divine decree; but if you serve God and read not a single book, you'll learn rare sciences within your own heart. ~ Mevlana aka Rumi

Ne merhemi olmadan ağrı ne de doygunluk olmadan açlık var olamaz. Yalnızlığın ilacı beklemekten geçer çünkü yalnızlık sadece zamanın bir oyunudur. Bir bütünün parçaları yalnızca anlarla birbirlerinden ayrılmışlardır.

Uzun bir ayrılıktır insan,kalbi kendi yalnızlığına gömülü. Baştan başa koca bir ayrılık dünya... Yalnızca biz değiliz ayrılıklarla sınanan... Ayrılıklar üzerine kurulu bir dünyadır üzerinde yaşadığımız... Baktığımız her yerde bir ayrılık masalı yaşanır yeni baştan ve aralıksız... Her şey az gider uz gider.. .Ağaçlar yapraklardan ayrılır, yağmur bulutundan tohumlar bitkilerin gövdesinden uzaklara savrulur hep, bahardan yazdan ayrılır dünya, geceden gündüzünden ayrılır, aynı hikayeyi yaşadığımız bir ney’den kalbimize üflediğimiz hüzündür ve tamamı aynı redifle yazılmış bir şiir gibi okutur kendi ömrümüzün deminde... Kalbine tutunarak yaşayan herkes gibi beşiğin ardından başlar ayrılıklar... Bu ilk ayrılıktan sonra gelen her yeni ayrılık yalnızca ilkinin acısının yani insanlığımızın, sürgünlüğümüzün tekrar tekrar yaşanmasından başka bir şey değil ve her ayrılığa tahammül gücü veren bir de umut vardır yüreğin kıvrımlarında sessizce gizlenmiş...

Korkularım, ruhumun arka sokaklarında umudumu istila etti ne yana dönsem prangalı sessizliklerim...

Beklentisi olmayanın hayal kırıklığı olmaz. Aşkın kapısına varmayanın yarası asla olmaz.

İnsanoğlu erişince maksûda, mutlaka yüzünü döner mahbûba.

Günleri say, senedini say, büyüklerini say, ama yerinde sayma. Emek ver, kulak ver, bilgi ver, ama hiç bir zaman boş verme. Eşini beğen, işini beğen, aşıgını beğen, ama kendini beğenme. Fidan büyüt, çocuk doyur, çocuk besle, ama kin besleme. Hedefe koş, cihanda koş, yardıma koş, ama ortak koşma. Paranı ver, gönlünü ver, selam ver ama; sırrını verme. Davet et, hayret et, affet, töğbe et, ama ihanet etme. Okumaktan zarar gelmez oku ama, lanet okuma. Elini aç, kapını aç, gözünü aç, ama ağzını açma. Sarıcı ol, bakıcı ol, kalıcı ol, ama bölücü olma. Ev al, araba al, abdest al, ama beddua alma. Zulmü devir, nesri devir, ama çam devirme. Rakibini geç, sınıfını geç, ama gülüp geçme. Yaklaş, konuş, tanış, ama uzaklaşma. Seslen, uslan, ama yaslanma. Doğrul, devril, ama eğilme. İtil, atıl, ama satılma.

Your curly hair is seduction of infidelity while your moon-face is piety, Glimpse it from the infidel's eye you'll then see bot as a source of blessing. In every moment like the Moon the venerated "bot" shows its face, Until the Arab symbols surfaced, the heart then hid its secrets.

The mind of the poet works in this pattern of pain, a place beyond linear logic, a multidimensional world of sound, rhythm, pattern, meaning, and reason all at once. The poet shuffles all of these dimensions until he finds a shape, a structure that begins to hold the meaning and the essence of what is compelling him to communicate.

Ayda bir kitap okuyup üzerine demlenmek, haftada beş kitabı okuyup unutmaktan daha evladır.

Ayda bir kitap okuyup üzerine demlenmek, haftada beş kitabı okuyup unutmaktan daha evladır. … Kimse uzun süre bir kitap üzerinde demlenmeye razı değil… “Haftada beş tane bitirdim!” demenin popülizmi çok daha tatlı..,

Buddhas, Christs and Mevlanas don't live in caves, they walk amongst you. You know why? Because we cannot change the world from the sidelines. You may play the make believe of nonattachment all you want - and it may bring you personal comfort for the time being, but it doesn't alleviate human suffering from the world one bit. The enlightenment bit is a small part of the equation. How you live afterwards determines the true worth of that enlightenment. If your idea of enlightenment revolves around some prehistoric routine of sitting and chanting, or crouching and praying, then such enlightenment is no enlightenment, but derangement.

Although the Mevlana speaks a lot about being passionate about ones pursuits and being almost intoxicated by the divine, he also speaks to matters of reason and self-discipline in order to realize ones highest potential and self.

Naskarism, Marxism, Buddhism, Sufism, Confucianism, Christianism, Judaism, it's all human construct. As such, none of it is infallible. Yours truly admits that, so did my friend Sid (Buddha), as well as my brother Mevlana (Rumi). And what's wrong with acknowledging the possibility of folly anyway! It is only through folly that fervor unfolds - it is only through mistakes that the mind expands.

Best way apes know to make sure nobody questions their words is to call them divine intervention, rather than human creation. But if you could transcend the primitive instinct of connecting divinity with the supernatural, you would plainly see, human creation is divine creation - human intervention is the most divine it gets. That is why, my creations are divine creation, but that divinity is firmly rooted in my own consciousness - not in some imaginary heaven, but in my own organic and very much mortal human brain. Quran, Bible, Vedas - it's all human creation, no matter how much their proponents peddle them otherwise. Sure, they have a divine element to them, hence, there is good in them, but that divinity, that goodness, is rooted in humans, not in some anthropomorphic supernatural deity. Naskarism, Marxism, Buddhism, Sufism, Confucianism, Christianism, Judaism, it's all human construct. As such, none of it is infallible. Yours truly admits that, so did my friend Sid (Buddha), as well as my brother Mevlana (Rumi). And what's wrong with acknowledging the possibility of folly anyway! It is only through folly that fervor unfolds - it is only through mistakes that the mind expands.

Bugün Adım Mejnun, Şiir Çocukken bana sordular, büyüdüğünde ne olmak istiyorsun? İyi bir insan, dedi o deli çocuk. Büyüdüm bugün, çünkü adım İnsan. Büyüdüğümde bana sordular, manyak mısın, neden bu kadar çok savaşıyorsun? Evet manyağım, kâinat Leyla'm benim, çünkü bugün adım Mejnun. Deliliksız insanlık yok, orman gibi bencil dünyada. Köktendinci hayvanların ortasında, şair savaşçıyım ben, bugün adım Mevlana.

Deliliksız insanlık yok, orman gibi bencil dünyada. Köktendinci hayvanların ortasında, şair savaşçıyım ben, bugün adım Mevlana.

Mevlana'nin kardeşi, Bard'ın babası. Adım Vicdansaadet, Halkın koruması!

If love were only spiritual, the practices of fasting and prayer would not exist. The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.

INWARD OCCUPATION When Satan sees, to the left or right, anyone who is perfect, he becomes ill with envy, for every wretch whose stack has been burnt is unwilling that anyone else’s candle should be lighted. Pay attention and work on perfecting yourself, so that the perfection of others may not grieve you. Beg of God the removal of envy, that God may deliver you from externals, and bestow upon you an inward occupation, which will absorb you so that your attention is not drawn away.

Hz. Muhammad, Hz. Isa (Jesus), Hz. Mevlana, or Hz. Naskar - the message comes in many forms, but the message itself is one and the same - it's the message of love, not hate - it's the message of assimilation, not dissimilation - it's the message of peace, not pieces.

Selam-e-Sapiens (Shattered Seer Sonnet) Sometimes I'm battered vagabond, Sometimes I'm shattered seer. No claim to name, fame or reign, Lovedrunk I write borracha poesía. Sometimes I'm mest-i-mevlana, Sometimes I'm my own Shams. Sometimes I'm dastan-e-dervish, Sometimes I'm selam-e-sapiens. I am no brahmin, I am the Godfather of brahmins; I am Parabrahma, the Brahmins worship. I am Adi, I am Anth, I am Ananth Adishakti. Leave your creed, crown and constitution, when you enter my door. I am but a human if you are human, if you're sectarian, I'm messiah galore.

Her neslin bir Mustafa'ya ihtiyacı vardır, Senin neslinin Mustafa'sı sensin. Her neslin bir Mevlana'ya ihtiyacı vardır, Senin neslinin Mevlana'sı sensin.

Baba, Arda hat heute Geburtstag. Und er hat gerade seinen deutschen Pass bekommen!" Savaş nimmt mir die Urkunde weg und hält sie seinem Vater hin. Serkan Amca versteckt die Hände hinter dem Rücken, als hätte er Angst, dass seine fettigen Finger das Papier berühren könnten, und kommt mit dem Gesicht ganz nah vor das Blatt. "Vay be!! Aferin oğluma!", sagt er und nickt mir anerkennend zu. "Wenn du willst, häng ich es auf." Stolz weist er auf seine Ingenieurdiplome, die gegenüber vom Tresen hängen. Er lacht, aber ich weiß, er meint es ernst. Savaş und ich mussten ihm als Kinder kurz nach der Eröffnung des Mevlana-Grills helfen, sie aufzuhängen. Savaş hielt den Kasten mit den Nägeln hoch und ich sollte sagen, ob die Papiere auf gleicher Höhe waren. "Danke, Serkan Amca, aber ich brauche die noch", sage ich, und als ich es ausgesprochen habe, wird mir plötzlich klar, dass Serkan Amcas Abschlüsse hier nur hängen, weil er sie eben nie mehr brauchen wird, weil sie in Deutschland überhaupt nichts wert sind, was wiederum der Grund dafür ist, dass Serkan Amca hier täglich sein Messer wetzt, statt irgendwo Brücken zu bauen.

All said and done, in our headstrong struggle for inclusion, we mustn't also underestimate everything we have achieved so far as a species. As a matter of fact, we've come a long way since our tribal days of division and discrimination. Let me show you how. World's most beloved poet, Mevlana Rumi, was a muslim - world's icon of civil rights, MLK, was a black person - world's greatest inspiration of science, Albert Einstein, was a German Jew - and most recently, as of 2023, PM of UK and VP of US, both are of Indian origin. So don't tell me, we've achieved nothing - don't tell me, there is no hope for integration! Integration is happening all over the world, despite the ancient impediments of intolerance and hate. Therefore, the question is not whether integration is possible - real question is, are you a part of that integration, or aren't you! Our home is planet earth - and here on earth, we all cry the same pain, smile the same joy, and live the same love.

Mevlana had his Shams, MLK had his Gandhi, Gandhi had his Tolstoy and I have my Gadadhar.

Suleyman Dede was someone who spoke from a place of deep knowing, a place much greater than himself. Suleyman Dede was not just an individual while speaking. He was representing something Infinite. The love, acceptance, and belonging you felt from him made you want to be with him for the rest of your life. It made you want to never leave his side. Some said that in Suleyman Dede‘s embrace you felt as though you were in your mother‘s arms. You felt a real sense of being in a state beyond comparing, free from like or dislike. Suleyman Dede spoke with the genuine voice of the Prophet Muhammad. The love he gave came from a deep center within his heart. His heart was connected to Mevlana Rumi, and the Prophet. He was part of something that was intricately and carefully balanced. Suleyman Dede said chance did not play a role in the people he met. He knew that wherever he was, it was the right place, right time, and that he had been called for a specific service. He was awake to that. Dede said that we are never separated from God. He invited us to enter into the experience described by Surah al-Hadid: He is with you wherever you are. (p. 78-79)

There is no true justice without mercy. Mercy precedes everything, and it is why we are here. Mercy created us and is what is being revealed. The dervish dispenses, communicates, and shares that mercy. Sometimes wrath may be mixed in, but it is always in the service of mercy. God said to the Prophet, „We sent you only as a mercy to the Worlds.“ The dervish is one who is merciful. In Konya, over the entryway to the dergah where Mevlana (Rumi) is buried, is an inscription which says, „This is the Kaaba of the Lovers. Those who entered here became complete.“ The dervish walks the Path of completion. A Sufi has complete integration with life while remembering God with every breath. The great majority of Sufis have lived a family life, held a job, and contributed to society, while reaching extraordinary attainments of integrating the finite and the Infinite. They lived in a state of wahdat. (p. 76)

İnsanın kanadı, gayretidir.

What in your life is calling you, When all the noise is silenced, The meetings adjourned... The lists laid aside, And the Wild Iris blooms By itself In the dark forest... What still pulls on your soul?

Öldüğümüzde mezarımızı toprakta değil, insanların kalbinde arayın.

Allah'tan geldik, Allah'a gidiyoruz. Allah'tan başka kimsede güç ve erk yoktur ki bizi durdursun. Biz, yersizlikten gelip yersizliğe gidiyoruz.