Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

(1207 - 1273 / Persia)

Be With Those Who Help Your Being


Be with those who help your being.
Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breath
comes cold out of their mouths.
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  • * Sunprincess * (3/9/2014 3:20:00 AM)

    Be with those who help your being.
    Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breath
    comes cold out of their mouths.
    Not these visible forms, your work is deeper.

    ....a kind word can go along ways....a kind deed even farther.. (Report) Reply

  • Kay Staley (2/8/2014 2:20:00 PM)

    Is it selfish to follow this advice and only grace your presence to those who help you? Maybe instead we should try to help others find their being and find our own that way. Maybe instead of taking we should only give. I regret that this poem doesn't have a semblance of a rhyme, but the words are clear and thought provoking. (Report) Reply

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