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    Rumi's Poems

    Rumi is a 13th century mystic and poet - I thought maybe we could discuss his poetry, ideas, thoughts, and wisdom.



    Shadow and Light Source Both,
    By Rumi,
    Translated by Coleman Barks


    How does a part of the world leave the world?
    How does wetness leave water? Dont' try to

    put out fire by throwing on more fire! Don't
    wash a wound with blood. No matter how fast

    you run, your shadow keeps up. Sometimes it's
    in front! Only full overhead sun diminishes

    your shadow. But that shadow has been serving
    you. What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is

    your candle. Your boundaries are your quest.
    I could explain this, but it will break the

    glass cover on your heart, and there's no
    fixing that. You must have shadow and light

    source both. Listen, and lay your head under
    the tree of awe. When from that tree feathers

    and wings sprout on you, be quieter than
    a dove. Don't even open your mouth for even a coo.

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    Quote Originally Posted by NikolaiI View Post
    Rumi is a 13th century mystic and poet - I thought maybe we could discuss his poetry, ideas, thoughts, and wisdom.



    Shadow and Light Source Both,
    By Rumi,
    Translated by Coleman Barks


    How does a part of the world leave the world?
    How does wetness leave water? Dont' try to

    put out fire by throwing on more fire! Don't
    wash a wound with blood. No matter how fast

    you run, your shadow keeps up. Sometimes it's
    in front! Only full overhead sun diminishes

    your shadow. But that shadow has been serving
    you. What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is

    your candle. Your boundaries are your quest.
    I could explain this, but it will break the

    glass cover on your heart, and there's no
    fixing that. You must have shadow and light

    source both. Listen, and lay your head under
    the tree of awe. When from that tree feathers

    and wings sprout on you, be quieter than
    a dove. Don't even open your mouth for even a coo.
    Rumi was a great poet and I never got tiered of reading him. What I like of Rumi is he was a great mystic. The idea that a part of the world cannot be different from the earth is really a great idea. I find all of Rumi's poetry really appealing and enlightening.

    “Those who seek to satisfy the mind of man by hampering it with ceremonies and music and affecting charity and devotion have lost their original nature””

    “If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation.

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    Yes actually I posted it because of that one line

    How can part of the world leave the world?


    It's something I realized while pondering and meditating a long time ago...

    The Beatle's song... Dear Prudence, there is a nice line,

    "The wind is low, the birds will sing
    that you are part of everything..."

    Anyway it's pretty. But the idea is that we are part of everything.

    Part of everything. Part of the world. Part of the universe. Rumi is saying what I also realized - part of the universe... which has a lifetime of no less than that of the whole universe...

    I was happy that I had come up with the same thought as such a brilliant poet as Rumi, although I never could reach his level of poetry.



    There is also definitely a parallel between this idea and Nietzsche's idea of Eternal Recurrence.

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    Quote Originally Posted by NikolaiI View Post
    Yes actually I posted it because of that one line

    How can part of the world leave the world?


    It's something I realized while pondering and meditating a long time ago...

    The Beatle's song... Dear Prudence, there is a nice line,

    "The wind is low, the birds will sing
    that you are part of everything..."

    Anyway it's pretty. But the idea is that we are part of everything.

    Part of everything. Part of the world. Part of the universe. Rumi is saying what I also realized - part of the universe... which has a lifetime of no less than that of the whole universe...

    I was happy that I had come up with the same thought as such a brilliant poet as Rumi, although I never could reach his level of poetry.



    There is also definitely a parallel between this idea and Nietzsche's idea of Eternal Recurrence.
    Of course the song of the Beatles is also marvelous. I like the idea that we all belong to the same source. When you take a bucket of water from the sea the water contained in the bucket and the sea is constitutionally is the same.

    This idea seems simple yet the meaning behind it is very convoluted and one needs a great amount of introspection to comprehend this truth in point of fact.

    I always meditate on this truth but yet I have not arrived at the truth of it and the moment I can understand this truth I will be enlightened.

    “Those who seek to satisfy the mind of man by hampering it with ceremonies and music and affecting charity and devotion have lost their original nature””

    “If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation.

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    This is to Love - Rumi

    This is love: to fly to heaven, every moment to rend a hundred veils;
    At first instance, to break away from breath --
    first step, to renounce feet;
    To disregard this world, to see only that which you yourself have seen I said, "Heart, congratulations on entering the circle of lovers,
    "On gazing beyond the range of the eye,
    on running into the alley of the breasts."
    Whence came this breath, O heart?
    Whence came this throbbing, O heart?
    Bird, speak the tongue of birds: I can heed your cipher!
    The heart said, "I was in the factory whilst the home of water and clay was abaking.
    "I was flying from the workshop whilst the workshop was being created.
    "When I could no more resist, they dragged me; how shall I
    tell the manner of that dragging?"

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    Quote Originally Posted by NikolaiI View Post
    This is to Love - Rumi

    This is love:
    "On gazing beyond the range of the eye,

    Whence came this breath, O heart?

    Bird, speak the tongue of birds: I can heed your cipher!

    "
    This is really a very beautiful poem and Nikolia, your choice is always exclusive. If we can gaze beyond the range of the eye.

    This poem has substance and that touches us.

    “Those who seek to satisfy the mind of man by hampering it with ceremonies and music and affecting charity and devotion have lost their original nature””

    “If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation.

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    This World Which Is Made of Our Love for Emptiness,

    -by Rumi

    Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. Existence:
    This place made from our love for that emptiness!

    Yet somehow comes emptiness,
    this existence goes.

    Praise to that happening, over and over!
    For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness.

    Then one swoop, one swing of the arm,
    that work is over.

    Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope,
    free of mountainous wanting.

    The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw
    blown off into emptiness.

    These words I'm saying so much begin to lose meaning:
    Existence, emptiness, mountain, straw:

    Words and what they try to say swept
    out the window, down the slant of the roof.

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    Quote Originally Posted by NikolaiI View Post
    This World Which Is Made of Our Love for Emptiness,

    -by Rumi

    Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence.

    Yet somehow comes emptiness,
    this existence goes.


    The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw
    blown off into emptiness.

    These words I'm saying so much begin to lose meaning:
    Existence, emptiness, mountain, straw:

    Words and what they try to say swept
    out the window, down the slant of the roof.
    These ideas are pregnant with great ideas and I seek the meaning in between the lines, and the writer left unsaid. The said does not contain the thing that is unsaid.

    “Those who seek to satisfy the mind of man by hampering it with ceremonies and music and affecting charity and devotion have lost their original nature””

    “If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation.

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    One Swaying Being
    -Rumi

    Love is not condescension, never
    that, nor books, nor any marking


    on paper, nor what people say of
    each other. Love is a tree with


    branches reaching into eternity
    and roots set deep in eternity,


    and no trunk! Have you seen it?

    The mind cannot. Your desiring


    cannot. The longing you feel for
    this loves comes from inside you.



    When you become the Friend, your
    longing will be as the man in


    the ocean who holds to a piece of
    wood. Eventually, wood, man, and

    oceans become one swaying being,
    shams Tabriz, the secret of God.

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    wow, that is such a nice poem, full of sentiment and feeling.
    'For sale: baby shoes, never worn'. Hemingway

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    WoW.. Nikolai...! its great that you posted his poems in the forum..
    "He is asleep. Though his mettle was sorely tried,
    He lived, and when he lost his angel, died.
    It happened calmly, on its own,
    The way the night comes when day is done."



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    It is remarkable.
    Truth is beauty
    "Remember, we are all in this alone." - Lilly Tomlin

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    "Silence is the language of God,
    all else, poor translation"-Rumi-
    "Remember, we are all in this alone." - Lilly Tomlin

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    I just discovered him today. Oh how it was like a great epiphany from Heaven itself! Not since my first reading of The Waste Land have I been so utterly enchanted and entranced by the introduction of one poet. His emotion and power and insight transcends at most times even the great Romantic poets of the West. He possesses the human insight and power of Shakespeare, and yet he posesses the religious and natural subtly of classical Chinese poetry. He is truly universal and speaks for all human souls. Tonight I read at least one-hundred pages of him and I still have yet to read a poem of his that I was indifferent towards.

    I could drown myself in his words.
    The Moments of Dominion
    That happen on the Soul
    And leave it with a Discontent
    Too exquisite — to tell —
    -Emily Dickinson
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVW8GCnr9-I
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckGIvr6WVw4

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    I got a little Shambala edition of some of his stuff a while back, and read it every day on the subway during the first couple weeks of a new love. He isn't always so mystical--plenty of drunkeness and passion, too. But passion is tricky, not something to get carried away with. "Wings of Desire" is one of the most famous, I guess, and deservedly so.

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