Quotes & Sayings About Dance Rumi

Without love, all worship is a burden, all dancing is a chore, all music is mere noise. — Rumi

Dance where you can break yourself up to pieces and totally abandon your worldly passions. — Rumi

My heart is burning with love. All I can see is this flame. My heart is burning with passion, like waves on an ocean. I'm at home, wherever I am. And in the room of lovers, I can see with closed eyes the beauty that dances. Behind the veils, intoxicated with love, I too dance the rhythm of this moving world. — Rumi

With passion pray.
With passion make love.
With passion eat and drink and dance and play.
Why look like a dead fish
in this ocean of God? — Rumi

When someone mentions the gracefulness of the night sky, climb up on the roof and dance and say, like this? — Rumi

When lovers of life get ready to dance, the earth shakes and the sky trembles. — Rumi

Forget every touch or sound that did not teach you how to dance — Rumi

I am a drunkard from another kind of tavern. I dance to a silent tune. I am the symphony of stars. — Rumi

You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, — Rumi

Both light and shadow are the dance of Love.
Love has no cause, it is the astrolabe of God's secrets.
Lover and loving are inseparable and timeless.
Although I may try to describe love,
when I experience it, I am speechless.
Although I may try to write about love, I am rendered helpless.
My pen breaks, and the paper slips away
at the ineffable place where lover loving and loved are one.
Every moment is made glorious by the light of Love. — Rumi

Don't ask me about prayer rocks
Anyplace I put my head is a prayer rock.
Don't talk of direction
All six directions face Him.
Gardens, flames, nightingale,
whirling dance, and brotherhood
Throw all these away
and throw yourself into His love. — Rumi

A divine dance appears in the soul and the body at the time of peace and union.Anyone can learn the dance, just listen to the music. — Rumi

This dance is the joy of existence. — Rumi

Angels dance only with You, Beloved
and only before You do I bow in adoration.
You may accept me or not but I will be at your feet forever. — Rumi

Sonnet I
If thee must say that I am not who I am,
That I am not real or true,
Then thou must say you are not as well,
For we either walk in fairytales and dance to our dreams,
Or we die trying to capture a miracle between the ordinary moments,
We rejoice in the gratitude for our needs met,
But we pray for the staircases and open doors to our desires,
We redefine our gratitude with another day,
Another dance of praise to Thee for undoing are mistakes of unneeded wants and needs we want, but not met. — Shannon L. Alder

Dance when you're perfectly free. — Rumi

No one is born beneath this dance. This dance gives birth to you. — Holly Lynn Payne

We watch a sunlight dust dance,
and we try to be that lively,
but nobody knows what music those particles hear.
Each of us has a secret companion musician to dance to.
Unique rhythmic play, a motion in the street we alone know and hear. — Rumi

Oh god
Let all lovers be content
Give them happy endings
Let their lives be celebrations
Let their hearts dance in the fire of your love — Rumi

Sometimes I Do In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that light becomes this art. — Rumi

Daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear? All day and night, music, a quiet, bright reedsong. If it fades, we fade. — Rumi

Dance, and make joyous the love around you. Dance, and your veils which hide the Light shall swirl in a heap at your feet. — Rumi

Be kind to yourself, dear - to our innocent follies.
Forget any sounds or touch you knew that did not help you dance.
You will come to see that all evolves us. — Rumi

There's a morning when presence comes over your soul. You sing like a rooster in your earth-colored shape. Your heart hears and, no longer frantic, begins to dance. — Rumi

Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free. — Rumi

To dance is not to jump to your feet and rise painlessly in the air like dust. To rise above both worlds is to dance in the blood of your pain and give up your life. — Jalaluddin Rumi

There are many ways to the Divine. I have chosen the ways of song, dance, and laughter. — Rumi

Whosoever knoweth the power of the dance, dwelleth in God. — Rumi

In your beauty, how to make poems. — Rumi

The dance had distilled her and she had become one with the essence of all that is. — Holly Lynn Payne

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art. — Jalaluddin Rumi

A fish wants to dive from dry land
into the ocean
when it hears the roaring waves.
A falcon wants to return from the forest
to the King's wrist
when it hears the drum beating "Return."
A Sufi, shimmering with light,
wants to dance like a sunbeam
when darkness surrounds him. — Rumi

I was afraid of the dance once, too. But I learned to embrace it and the mistakes I would make. Do not turn away from your fear. Turn toward love instead. — Holly Lynn Payne

You make my dance daring enough to finish. No more timidity. Let fruit fall, and wind turn my roots up in the air, done with patient waiting. — Rumi

Dance until you shatter yourself. — Jalaluddin Rumi

Peace is wonderful, but / ecstatic dance is more fun / and less narcissistic — Rumi

In order to understand the dance one must be still. And in order to truly understand stillness one must dance. — Rumi

We came whirling out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust ...
The stars made a circle, and in the middle, we dance. — Rumi

Dance from here to the other world-and don't stop. — Rumi

Live at the empty heart of paradox.
I'll dance with you there, cheek to cheek. — Rumi

Though thou pour the ocean into thy pitcher, It can hold no more than one day's store. The pitcher of the desire of the covetous never fills, The oyster-shell fills not with pearls till it is content; Only he whose garment is rent by the violence of love Is wholly pure from covetousness and sin. Hail to thee, then, O LOVE, sweet madness! Thou who healest all our infirmities! Who art the physician of our pride and self-conceit! Who art our Plato and our Galen! Love exalts our earthly bodies to heaven, And makes the very hills to dance with joy! — Rumi