Rumi

[konchog uma]

There is no love greater than love with no object.

 

For then you, yourself, have become love itself.

 

beautiful! thanks

 

my girlfriend calls me her chickpea after the rumi poem. its a long one but i will post it here

 

The Chickpea

 

A chickpea in a pot leaps from the flame,

out from the boiling water,

Crying, "Why do you set fire to me?

You chose me, bought me, brought me home for this?"

The cook hits it with her spoon into the pot.

"No! Boil nicely, don't jump away from the one who makes the fire.

I don't boil you out of hatred.

Through boiling you may grow flavorful, nourishing,

and united with vital human spirit.

I don't inflict this suffering out of spite.

Once green and fresh, you drank rain in the garden;

you drank for the sake of this fire.

 

 

God's mercy precedes His wrath;

by God's mercy the sick ones suffer.

It has always been so; this is how God creates all that exists.

Without pleasure, no creatures would come into being.

Without creatures,

what could the burning love of the Friend consume?

Such sorrow may come that you might wish

to be free of this life.

yet the Grace of God will overtake His wrath,

once you are washed clean in the river of suffering.

 

Chickpea, you fed in the springtime;

now pain has become your guest.

Entertain him well, that he may return home grateful,

and speak of your generosity to the King.

Instead of your vision of good fortune,

the One Who Bestows Favor may come to you;

then all true blessings may be drawn to you.

 

Just as Abraham commanded his son:

'Lay your head before my knife

I see in a dream that I must sacrifice you,'

lay your head before God's knife,

that He may cut your throat like that of Ishmael.

He may cut off your head,

but only the one that is immune to death.

Such submission is the fulfillment of God's purpose

— seek this submission.

 

Chickpea, continue to boil in suffering,

so that no self may remain in you.

Though once you laughed in the garden of earth,

you now are the rose of the garden of spirit,

you now are the eye of spirit.

Once you are torn from the garden of water and earth,

you may become food, and thereby enter the living world.

Become nourishment, strength and thought!

Once you were sap; now become a lion in the jungle!

 

You were born from God's attributes;

return eagerly to them.

You came from the cloud and the sun and sky,

then scattered and ascended to heaven.

You came as rain and heat;

you will return into the Divine attributes.

You were part of the sun and the cloud and the stars.

You became soul and action and speech and thoughts.

 

Our victory after the checkmate of death

gives truth to the words,

'Verily, in being slain there is life.'

Action, speech and sincerity become food for angels;

they climb this ladder to heaven.

A morsel of food becomes food for humanity,

rises from its inanimate state and obtains a soul.

 

The caravan of spirit travels constantly between earth and heaven.

Join it gladly and freely,

not bitterly and full of hatred, like a thief.

I speak bitter words to you so you may be washed clean of bitterness.

The frozen grape thaws in the cold water

and leaves its coldness and hardness behind.

When you endure bitterness,

your heart will fill with blood like the grape,

and you will be freed from all bitterness.

A dog not kept for hunting wears no collar;

the raw and unboiled are nothing but insipid."

 

The chickpea speaks, "If this is so, then help me to boil!

By this boiling you elevate me.

Hit me with the spoon; delight me!

Like the elephant, strike me and brand my head,

that I may not dream of the gardens of Hindustan.

Let me gladly submit to this boiling

that I may be embraced by the Beloved.

Men and women, imagining themselves free,

grow insolent and hostile, like the dreaming elephant.

When the elephant dreams of Hindustan,

he disobeys the driver and becomes vicious."

 

 

The cook says, "I was once like you, part of the earth.

I drank the fire of self-discipline, fasting and prayer,

and became worthy and acceptable to God.

I boiled long in the world of time, and long in the pot of this body.

From these boilings I grew capable of strengthening the senses;

I became animal spirit, and then became your teacher.

While inanimate, I said to myself,

'You are running about in agitation

so that you might be filled with knowledge

and the qualities of spirit.'

Now that I have become animal spirit,

let me boil again and pass beyond that state."

 

 

Pray unceasingly to God that you might not be misled by these words,

and that you might arrive at your journey's end.

For many have been misled by the Qur'an;

by clinging to the rope of words, many have fallen into the well.

The rope is faultless, O perverse ones —

it is you who lack desire to reach the top.

Edited April 5, 2012 by anamatva

[zerostao]

A bottle of Rumi?? I'll drink from his poetry all day...

 

 

rv , sip sip , pass

 

[Elliot]

Give birth slowly

 

A new moon teaches gradualness

and deliberation and how one gives birth

to oneself slowly. Patience with small details

makes perfect a large work, like the universe

 

What nine months of attention does for an embryo

forts early mornings will do

for your gradually growing wholeness

[gatito]

<Bump>

[zerostao]

a timely bump i think

a timely reminder here from the timeless rumi

 

some redundancy may be in order here, so

 

Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu

Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion

or cultural system. I am not from the East

or the West, not out of the ocean or up

from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not

composed of elements at all. I do not exist,

am not an entity in this world or the next,

did not descend from Adam and Eve or any

origin story. My place is placeless, a trace

of the traceless. Neither body or soul.

 

I belong to the beloved, have seen the two

worlds as one and that one call to and know,

first, last, outer, inner, only that

breath breathing human being.

 

There is a way between voice and presence

where information flows.

 

In disciplined silence it opens.

With wandering talk it closes.

[gatito]

Come, come, whoever you are.

Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving — it doesn't matter,

Ours is not a caravan of despair.

Come, even if you have broken your vow a hundred times,

Come, come again, come.

Edited November 30, 2012 by gatito

[et-thoughts]

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Edited December 11, 2012 by et-thoughts

[zerostao]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A58hAcBDvOw

[Jetsun]

'to cultivate and develop the divine'... unite and have offsprings ... and guide them to develop into cultivators of the divine...

 

I'm pretty sure Rumi can teach you a thing or two about this

[et-thoughts]

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Edited December 11, 2012 by et-thoughts

[gatito]

“Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.”

 

Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi

Edited November 30, 2012 by gatito

[gatito]

This shape I have, O master, who do I look like?

One moment I am a fairy, the next and enchanter of one.

Burning with enthusiasms, I am both the candle and the crowd gathered around it;

I am the smoke and the light, together and scattered at once.

 

(Divan 1465:1-2)

 

 

Translated by Fatemeh Keshavarz,

'Reading Mystical Lyric: The Case of Jalal al-Din Rumi',

University of South Carolina Press, 1998.

Edited November 30, 2012 by gatito

[et-thoughts]

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Edited December 11, 2012 by et-thoughts

[gatito]

I died as a mineral and became a plant,

I died as plant and rose to animal,

I died as animal and I was Man.

Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?

Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar

With angels bless'd; but even from angelhood

I must pass on: all except God doth perish.

When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,

I shall become what no mind e'er conceived.

Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existence

Proclaims in organ tones,

To Him we shall return.

[Isimsiz Biri]

It is a shame on myself I noticed this thread so late.

 

Please allow me to give the following link. Although I have given it in another thread, this must be also given in this thread too.

 

(http://sologak1.blogspot.com/)

[zerostao]

we come spinning out of nothingness,

scattering stars like dust

 

thanks for sharing. to read this was a great way to start the day

[Isimsiz Biri]

et , you are going to rewrite rumi?

please do us a favor and do not derail this thread.

it is here for enjoyment imo

not for debate imo

rumi is about oneness, divine love, unity

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A58hAcBDvOw

 

Et-thoughts is a good man with pure heart, yet he is very much interested to make analysis of everything. Just tolerate him as this is Rumi's place.

[Isimsiz Biri]

There is a virtual tour of Mevlana (Rumi) Museum including his thomb (turbe) (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/T%C3%BCrbe)

 

I hope you can enjoy the virtual tour:

 

http://www.kultur.gov.tr/genel/SanalMuzeler/mevlana-tr/index.html

[zerostao]

[zerostao]

for you

 

[gatito]

 

Who is in the house of my heart,
I cried in the middle of the night.

Love said,
"It is I, but what are all these images that fill your house?"

I said, they are the reflection of your beautiful face.

She asked,
"But what is this image full of pain?"

I said, it is me lost in the sorrows of life
and showed her my soul full of wounds.

She offered me one end of a thread and said:
"Take it so I can pull you back
but do not break the delicate string."

I reached towards her but she struck my hand.
I asked, why the harshness?

She said,
"To remind you that whoever comes to love’s holy space,
proud and full of himself will be sent away.
Look at love with the eyes of your heart.

 

Rumi

 

[gatito]

 

You have no idea how hard I've looked
for a gift to bring You.
Nothing seemed right.
What's the point of bringing gold to
the gold mine, or water to the ocean.
Everything I came up with was like
taking spices to the Orient.
It's no good giving my heart and my
soul because you already have these.
So I've brought you a mirror.
Look at yourself and remember me.

 

https://www.facebook.com/mevlana

www.facebook.com/mevlana

[SecretGrotto]

Rumi — 'Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.'

 

Words I conveniently live by

[gatito]

Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.

- Rumi -

[gatito]

 

With passion pray.
With passion make love.
With passion eat and drink and dance and play.

 

~ Rumi ~

 

https://www.facebook.com/rumiworld

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