Rumi

0

So Tired of Winter…

Above the horizon

I spent the better part of last night in stillness, reading Coleman Barks’ interpretations of Rumi’s mystical poetry and drinking sweet masala chai, with qawwalis (sufi inspired music) playing softly in the background. A few days ago I discovered the Pakistani singer Abida Parveen, and now I simply can’t stop listening to her music… absolutely gorgeous.

Here’s a poem I love, from Coleman Barks’ book The Essential Rumi:

My Worst Habit

My worst habit is I get so tired of winter
I become a torture to those I’m with.

If you’re not here, nothing grows.
I lack clarity. My words
tangle and knot up.

How to cure bad water? Send it back to the river.
How to cure bad habits? Send me back to you.

When water gets caught in habitual whirlpools,
dig a way out through the bottom
to the ocean. There is a secret medicine
given only to those who hurt so hard
they can’t hope.

The hopers would feel slighted if they knew.

Look as long as you can at the friend you love,
no matter whether that friend is moving away from you or coming back toward you.

~ Rumi

0

Give Me Naked Wonder

Krishna

Krishna

Give me ecstasy, give me naked wonder, O my Creator!
Give birth to the Beloved in me, and let this lover die.
Let a thousand wrangling desires become one Love.

~ Rumi

0

Feel the Artistry

Photo by niknan25 on Flickr

Photo by niknan25 on Flickr

Observe the wonders as they occur around you.
Don’t claim them.

Feel the artistry moving through
and be silent.

~ Rumi

0

Keep Walking

Photo by Nicole Michelle Angelo

Photo by Nicole Michelle Angelo

Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to.
Don’t try to see through the distances.
That’s not for human beings. Move within,
but don’t move the way fear makes you move.

~ Rumi

0

I Circle Around Me

Photo by Dave Smith

Photo by Dave Smith

I stand up, and this one of me turns into a hundred of me. They say I circle around you. Nonsense. I circle around me.

~ Rumi

0

Listen to Presence

Hundreds of mysteries...

Hundreds of mysteries...

Who sees inside from outside?
Who finds hundreds of mysteries
even where minds are deranged?

See through his eyes what he sees.
Who then is looking out from his eyes?

Listen to presences inside poems,
Let them take you where they will.

Follow those private hints,
and never leave the premises.

~ Rumi

0

My Hiddenness Shines

Bokeh bubbles

hidden in plain sight...

You so subtle you can slip into my soul,
how would it be if you, for a time,
were living visibly here?

So hidden you’re hidden from hidden things,
you enter me, and my hiddenness
shines like a lantern.

~ Rumi

0

When the Ocean Surges

^ Who is the artist? I'd love to know!

^ Who is the artist? I'd love to know!

When the ocean surges,
don’t let me just hear it.
Let it splash inside my chest!

All your talk is worthless
when compared to
one whisper of the Beloved.


Bitter is sweet and
exhaustion, love.
No is a thousand yesses
in the code of emptiness.


~ Rumi

0

The Way Appears

Rabbit in the Moon

Rabbit in the Moon...

As you start on the way,
the way appears.
When you cease to be,
real being comes.

~ Rumi
.

Happy full moon, everybody!

0

Drink all Your Passion

.

Be the noise...

There is a community of the spirit.
Join it, and feel the delight
of walking in the noisy street
and being the noise.
Drink all your passion,
and be a disgrace.

Close both eyes
to see with the other eye.

~ Rumi

Page 1 of 3123