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Rumi’s Wisdom on Self-Worth: You Are Priceless Even When You Don’t Feel It Rumi’s Wisdom on Self-Worth: You Are Priceless Even When You Don’t Feel It By RumiWhisper • Mindfulness | Spiritual Growth • November 23, 2025 There are days when your mirror feels like a judge and your inner voice echoes every mistake. Rumi — the 13th-century Sufi poet — wrote to a human heart very much like ours: tender, confused, and searching for worth. His poems remind us that worth is not earned by achievement or approval; it is our natural state. “You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.” — Rumi Why Rumi still matters for self-worth The world tells us to prove our value: climb, succeed, display. Rumi points in the opposite direction — inward. His central message is radical yet simple: your worth is intrinsic. That shift from proving to remembering changes how we...

Rumi’s Wisdom for Modern Self-Care: Timeless Lessons for Inner Peace & Self-Love Rumi’s Wisdom for Modern Self-Care: Finding Peace in a Chaotic World By RumiWhisper · November 15, 2025 · 7 min read In a world that never stops — endless notifications, pressure to succeed, and constant comparison on social media — self-care has become more important than ever. While modern self-care often includes spa days and short breaks from stress, true self-care runs deeper: it’s about nurturing the soul, healing emotional wounds, and discovering inner balance. Centuries before the phrase self-care existed, the 13th-century Persian poet Jalaluddin Rumi wrote lines that continue to soothe anxious hearts and guide searching minds. Millions of readers in the United States and beyond turn to his poetry for comfort, clarity, and spiritual healing. Rumi’s words are not only beautiful — they’re a...

  You Found Me — Blog Post You Found Me translated by Haleh Liza Gafori You found me once again, you thief of hearts. In drunken ecstasy, you searched the bazaar and found me. Even through sleepy-lidded, love-drunk eyes, you spotted me. I ran to the tavern. You found me. Why do I run when no one can escape you? Why hide when you’ve found me a hundred times? I thought I could lose you in a crowd of people. But you find me even in crowds of secrets, even behind my own masks. What a blessing to be sought and found by your eyes. What luck to be caught in your twists and turns— loving seer, persistent seer, towering cypress of countless gardens, I was pulling a thorn from my foot when you found me. You showered me with flowers from your fertile beds. Dear nightingale, your melodies opened my ears. Like a ladle wanting its fill of light, I plunged into the moon’s halo. At the bottom of that bottomless pot, you found me. Like a...