Jacket art from the back cover of “The Glance: Songs of Soul Meeting by Rumi,” translated by Coleman Barks; published by Viking in October 1999. Original Filename: RUMI2.JPG ORG XMIT: ; 11
There can’t be anyone, anywhere, who, having come across the writings of Rumi for the first time, does not immediately fall in love with the sheer beauty of it. Whether you refer to his works as poetry, philosophy, or simply a soul expressing itself from the depths of its being, his writing is truly incredible.
A colleague of mine told me about the piece below a couple of years back. I originally thought that it contained only the first verse. It is apparently, a much longer piece, however, when I found this two-verse version recently I felt quite pleased with myself for finding an extra verse. I haven’t seen the complete version yet; that will be something for me to look up on the good old internet in the near future. But I was really struck by these two verses together and it inspired me to reach within my own soul and retrieve this interpretation. I hope it does the great man justice!
Out beyond ideas of wrong doing
and right doing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.
Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing (beyond relativity and human logic) There is a field (the inner wilderness of bliss, or Consciousness) I’ll meet you there (in Consciousness there is no duality; there are no others, we will be as the One and only)
When the soul lies down in that grass (when we finally realise that all there is, is realisation) The world is too full to talk about (in the All That Is, we will abide in the Silence; the eternal language of the soul)
Here you are.
You are, I know you.
Here am I,
Who you know well.
Again we dwell in form together,
And I’m beginning to Remember
As I watch you shine,
And project your wondrous magic show
Upon this place and time.
Reflections on Rumi by Valerie Hawes
For my Thought For The Day #89 I decided to post a love poem by the wonderful Rumi; a 13th century Persian poet and Sufi mystic. I only got to hear about Rumi fairly recently, having noticed some of his beautiful poems posted on facebook by my great friend in New Zeeland, Lynne Marie. As I was reading this particular poem I realized just how deep it went and how insightful it was; and an interpretation started to unfold within me as I read. I of course acknowledge that the following is only my personal interpretation, and I in no way profess to be an authority on the works of such a great poet.
The beauty of the heart
is the lasting beauty:
its lips give to drink
of the water of life.
The heart is the bottomless pit of pure bliss that can be found within all human beings. It is eternal and is the source of all creation; the food and drink of life itself.
Truly it is the water,
that which pours,
and the one who drinks.
All three become one when
your talisman is shattered.
Creation (Love) is ever flowing at its own pace. Only when the water, the pourer and the drinker (Holy Trinity or body, mind and spirit) are in harmony can we be free of our talisman (attachment to the ego). The word “talisman” describes a lucky charm that symbolizes the “stuff and things” of the ephemeral world that humans tend to chase in the deluded hope of finding happiness. The world is in a constant state of flux and any happiness found is simply the interval between two periods of sadness and vice-versa.
That oneness you can’t know
by reasoning ~ Rumi
When we reach into ourselves we can connect with that oneness that “passes all understanding”; that ocean of Love or God. We are then in tune with who we really are, and the ego, mind and senses cease to exist. In that moment we are completely liberated; completely free from pleasure and pain, sweet and bitter, joy and grief, tomb and womb etc. etc.
Unfortunately, this is a state of being that most of us, me included, can only flit in and out of. But what an amazing goal to aim for!
Your thinking is like a camel driver and you are the camel; it drives you in every direction under its bitter control – Rumi
I am only the house of your beloved,
not the beloved herself:
true love is for the treasure,
not for the coffer that contains it.
The real beloved is that one who is unique,
who is your beginning and your end.
When you find that one,
you’ll no longer expect anything else:
that is both the manifest and the mystery.
That one is the lord of states of feeling,
dependent on none;
month and year are slaves to that moon.
When he bids the “state,”
it does His bidding;
when that one wills, bodies become spirit.
Let go of your worries
and be completely clear-hearted,
like the face of a mirror
that contains no images.
If you want a clear mirror,
and see the shameless truth,
which the mirror reflects.
If metal can be polished
to a mirror-like finish,
what polishing might the mirror
of the heart require?
Between the mirror and the heart
is this single difference:
the heart conceals secrets,
while the mirror does not.