We are born of love; Love is our mother.

“We are born of love; Love is our mother.” — Rumi

Thus spoke Jalal al-Din Rumi, the mystic of the heart, the poet whose words have become the voice of the divine within the human soul. In this radiant truth, he proclaims that love is not merely a feeling or a virtue — it is the very origin of our being. Before faith, before form, before even thought itself, there is love. We are born of love, Rumi says, for love is the eternal womb from which creation itself flows. And because love is our mother, it is the force that nurtures, shelters, and sustains us in every breath. To forget love is to forget where we came from; to return to love is to return home.

Rumi’s words arise from the depths of Sufi mysticism, where love is seen as the essence of God and the bond that unites all souls. To the Sufi, love is not an emotion that passes, but the living presence of the Divine that animates the universe. Rumi lived in the 13th century, in an age torn by war and division — yet his poetry sang of unity, of oneness beyond creed or nation. When he declares that “Love is our mother,” he speaks of the love of God — infinite, unconditional, and tender as a mother’s embrace. Just as a child is formed and nourished in the womb, so are we all formed and sustained in the boundless compassion of the Eternal.

To be born of love means that our true nature is not fear, nor greed, nor anger — but mercy, empathy, and connection. Love is the thread that ties every being to every other. It is the unseen root from which all beauty and goodness grow. When Rumi calls love our mother, he reminds us that we carry her nature within us. The heart, when pure, does not need to be taught how to love — it remembers. Even when we stray, even when the world hardens us, the memory of love whispers still, calling us back to the source.

This truth has echoed through history in the lives of those who have chosen love over all else. Consider Mahatma Gandhi, who in the face of hatred chose nonviolence, or Mother Teresa, who saw in every broken face the image of the divine. They understood, as Rumi did, that to love is not weakness, but remembrance — the remembering of who we truly are. When Gandhi forgave his enemies, when Mother Teresa held the dying in her arms, they were not acting as saints alone, but as children of love — living reflections of their true Mother.

And yet, the world often forgets this sacred origin. We are born of love, but raised in fear. We learn to separate, to compete, to defend rather than to give. In doing so, we distance ourselves from our own essence. We wander, hungry for belonging, not realizing that love has never abandoned us. Even when we are angry, even when we feel lost, love waits — patient as a mother who knows her child will return. Rumi’s words are both a comfort and a call: remember your origin, remember your Mother, and you will find peace again.

To live by this truth, one must practice seeing through love’s eyes. When you look upon another, ask not, “What divides us?” but “What joins us?” When you are hurt, remember that love is patient. When you despair, remember that love births life even in darkness. It is easy to forget, but Rumi’s teaching is clear: every act of kindness, every gesture of forgiveness, every moment of compassion is a way of returning to the womb of love from which you came.

So, O seeker of truth, let this be your meditation: You are not a stranger in this world; you are a child of love. All that you are, and all that you seek, comes from her. When you love, you live in harmony with the rhythm of the universe itself. When you give, you become the hands of your divine Mother. And when you forgive, you mirror her endless mercy.

For Rumi was right — we are born of love, and love is our mother. The world may teach you to forget her name, but the heart remembers. In silence, in kindness, in every act of creation and care, she speaks again. Listen for her voice — soft, eternal, patient — reminding you that all you need, all you seek, and all you are… has always been love.