Tuesday, 20 November 2012
Monday, 19 November 2012
Don't go to sleep one night.
What you most want will come to you then.
Warmed by a sun inside, you'll see wonders.
Tonight, don't put your head down.
Be tough, and strength will come.
That which adoration adores
appears at night. Those asleep
may miss it. One night Moses stayed awake
and asked, and saw a light in a tree.
Then he walked at night for ten years,
until finally he saw the whole tree
illuminated. Muhammad rode his horse
through the night sky. The day is for work.
The night for love. Don't let someone
bewitch you. Some people sleep at night.
But not lovers. They sit in the dark
and talk to God, who told David,
"Those who sleep all night every night
and claim to be connected to us, they lie."
Lovers can't sleep when they feel the privacy
of the beloved all around them. Someone
who's thirsty may sleep for a little while,
but he or she will dream of water, a full jar
beside a creek, or the spiritual water you get
from another person. All night, listen
to the conversation. Stay up.
This moment is all there is.
Death will take it away soon enough.
You'll be gone, and this earth will be left
without a sweetheart, nothing but weeds
growing inside thorns.
I'm through. Read the rest of this poem
in the dark tonight.
Do I have a head? And feet?
Shams, so loved by Tabrizians, I close my lips.
I wait for you to come and open them.
~ RUMI ~
Photo: Sheikha Mira Gulum Hatun, Vice Postneshin Mevlevi Order of America, directing the Sema
( The Sufi Prayer)
( The Sufi Prayer)
Sunday, 18 November 2012
Little by little, wean yourself.
This is the gist of what I have to say. From an embryo, whose nourishment comes in the blood, move to an infant drinking milk, to a child on solid food, to a searcher after wisdom, to a hunter of more invisible game.
This is the gist of what I have to say. From an embryo, whose nourishment comes in the blood, move to an infant drinking milk, to a child on solid food, to a searcher after wisdom, to a hunter of more invisible game.
Think how it is to have a conversation with an embryo.
You might say, “The world outside is vast and intricate. There are wheatfields and mountain passes, and orchards in bloom. At night there are millions of galaxies, and in sunlight the beauty of friends dancing at a wedding.
You might say, “The world outside is vast and intricate. There are wheatfields and mountain passes, and orchards in bloom. At night there are millions of galaxies, and in sunlight the beauty of friends dancing at a wedding.
~ Rumi ~
Thursday, 15 November 2012
Come, come, come
My endless desires
Come, come, come
Come my beloved
Come my sweetheart
Come, come, come..
Don't talk about the journey
Say no more of the path
The path one must take
You are my path
You are my journey
Come, come, come..
You stole from this earth
A bouquet of roses
I am hidden in that bouquet
Come, come, come..
As long as I am sober
And keep talking about good and bad
I am missing the most important event
Seeing your face
Come come come..
I must be a moron
Missing this life
If I don't cast my mind
In the fire of love
Come, come, come...
~ Rumi ~
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