What did Rumi mean by: Flowers every night Blossom in the sky; Peace in the Infinite, At peace am I. - Rumi Poet · Persia Copy
+ When you are everywhere, you are nowhere. When you are somewhere, you are everywhere. Explain Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023February 18, 2024, Rumi, Travel, 0 - Rumi Poet · Persia
+ Nothing can nourish the soul but LIGHT. Rid yourself of material needs and be set FREE. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Rumi, Light, Soul, 0 - Rumi Poet · Persia
+ You have escaped the cage. Your wings are stretched out. Now fly. Explain Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023February 19, 2024, Rumi, Cages, Wings, 0 - Rumi Poet · Persia
+ Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Rumi, Heart, Spirit, Window, 0 - Rumi Poet · Persia
+ Tie two birds together. They will not be able to fly, even though they now have four wings. Explain Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023February 18, 2024, Rumi, Freedom, Wings, 0 - Rumi Poet · Persia
+ The branch might seem like the fruit’s origin: In fact, the branch exist because of the fruit. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Rumi, Fact, Fruit, 0 - Rumi Poet · Persia
+ He alone has the right to break, for He alone has the power to mend. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Rumi, Break, 0 - Rumi Poet · Persia
+ Inside a Lover’s Heart,there’s another world,and yet another. Explain Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023February 19, 2024, Rumi, Heart, Lovers, 0 - Rumi Poet · Persia
You have to observe flowers in order to find the right tones for the folds of clothes. - Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres Painter · France
Art is like a border of flowers along the course of civilization. - Lincoln Steffens Journalist · USA
It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go. - Jean Genet Playwright · France
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
