diff --git a/rumi.txt b/rumi.txt index ed714fd..66be7f5 100644 --- a/rumi.txt +++ b/rumi.txt @@ -1,4 +1,4 @@ -G O W I T H M U D D Y F E E T +GO WITH MUDDY FEET When you hear dirty story wash your ears. When you see ugly stuff @@ -14,7 +14,7 @@ It’s like counting leaves in a garden, along with the song notes of partridges, and crows. Sometimes organization and computation become absurd. -F I V E T H I N G S +FIVE THINGS I have five things to say, five fingers to give into your grace. First, when I was apart from you, @@ -40,7 +40,7 @@ dancing together. This is not-being. I know these dancers. Day and night I sing their songs in this phenomenal cage. -T H E M A N Y W I N E S +THE MANY WINES God has given us a dark wine so potent that, drinking it, we leave the two worlds. God has put into the form of hashish a power @@ -82,10 +82,10 @@ A donkey wanders the sign of Taurus. Heroes do not stay lined up in ranks for very long. I set out for Tabriz, even though my boat is anchored here. -W H E R E Y O U L O V E Look inside and find where a person +WHERE YOU LOVE Look inside and find where a person loves from. That’s the reality, not what they say. -F R O M +FROM Hypocrites give attention to form, the right and wrong ways of professing belief. @@ -118,7 +118,7 @@ Why would you refuse to give this love to anyone? Fish don’t hold the sacred liquid in cups! They swim the huge fluid freedom. -T H E R E ’ S N O T H I N G A H E A D +THERE’S NOTHING AHEAD Lovers think they’re looking for each other, but there’s only one search: wandering this world is wandering that, @@ -140,28 +140,6 @@ you don’t belong with us. When one of us gets lost, is not here, he must be inside us. There’s no place like that anywhere in the world. - - . Sohbet: Who You Talking To? -For Rumi the appearance of formal beauty comes as a natu- -ral response to being spoken to. The rose opens because it -has heard something. The cypress grows strong and -straight because a love-secret is being whispered. Elegance -in language arrives in response. Before creation there was a -question, “Am I not your lord?” The simultaneous YES! -that came is why we are here at all in the midst of three -hundred billion galaxies. -I have a friend who, when she wants to know who I am -seeing, who I am in love with, asks, Who you talking to? The -exchange of deep friendship makes a fine entrance into -love and trust, into the mysterious action that moves -through the eyes, the voice, the heart. -Rumi wonders, Can you see these escapees, the ones who have -gotten free of their personalities and into the truer self? He celebrates -the freedom of those escapees, how their friendship dis- -solves into everything: what anybody says, whatever hap- -pens. -Emily Dickinson says, I dwell in possibility, a fairer house -than prose. That region where her poetry grew is sohbet. I dwell in possibility, A fairer house than prose, @@ -202,7 +180,7 @@ Sufis say there are three ways of being with the mys- tery: prayer, then a step up from that, meditation, and a step up from that, conversation, the mystical exchange they call sohbet. -R E S P O N S E T O Y O U R Q U E S T I O N +RESPONSE TO YOUR QUESTION Why ask about behavior when you are soul-essence, and a way of seeing into presence! Plus you’re with us! @@ -233,7 +211,7 @@ Both wishes are foolish, but you’ll be forgiven for forgetting that what you really want is love’s confusing joy. -S P E C I A L P L A T E S +SPECIAL PLATES Notice how each particle moves. Notice how everyone has just arrived here from a journey. Notice how each wants @@ -247,7 +225,7 @@ Look at this cup that can hold the ocean. Look at those who see the face. Look through Shams’s eyes into water that is entirely jewels. -Y O U A R E N O T Y O U R E Y E S +YOU ARE NOT YOUR EYES Those who have reached their arms into emptiness are no longer concerned with lies and truth, with mind and soul, @@ -264,7 +242,7 @@ who paints both with existence and non. Shams could help you see who you are, but remember, You are not your eyes. -W H A T W A S S A I D T O T H E R O S E +WHAT WAS SAID TO THE ROSE What was said to the rose that made it open was said to me here in my chest. What was told the cypress that made it strong @@ -279,7 +257,7 @@ in language, that’s happening here. The great warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude, chewing a piece of sugarcane, in love with the one to whom every that belongs! -T H E M U S I C +THE MUSIC For sixty years I have been forgetful, every moment, but not for a second has this flowing toward me slowed or stopped. @@ -287,7 +265,7 @@ I deserve nothing. Today I recognize that I am the guest the mystics talk about. I play this living music for my host. Everything today is for the host. -I M R A ’ U ‘ L - Q A Y S +IMRA’U‘L - QAYS Imra’u ‘l-Qays, king of the Arabs, was very handsome and a poet full of love songs. Women loved him desperately. Everyone loved him, @@ -361,7 +339,7 @@ superabundance of being, a phrase from Rilke in Stephen Mitchell’s translation. Rumi walks the granary amazed like an ant, small find- ings the given. -Z U L E I K H A +ZULEIKHA Zuleikha let everything be the name of Joseph, from celery seed to aloes wood. She loved him so much she concealed his name in many phrases, @@ -386,7 +364,7 @@ Zuleikha felt in the name Joseph. When one is united to the core of another, to speak of that is to breathe the name Hu, empty of self and filled with love. -P U T T H I S D E S I G N I N Y O U R C A R P E T +PUT THIS DESIGN IN YOUR CARPET Spiritual experience is a modest woman who looks lovingly at one man. It’s a great river where ducks live @@ -409,7 +387,7 @@ in the river! No metaphor can say this, but I can’t stop pointing to the beauty. Every moment and place says, “Put this design in your carpet!” -T H E R O A D H O M E +THE ROAD HOME An ant hurries along a threshing floor with its wheat grain, moving between huge stacks of wheat, not knowing the abundance @@ -425,7 +403,7 @@ The ocean pours through a jar, and you might say it swims inside the fish! This mystery gives peace to your longing and makes the road home home. -T H I S I S E N O U G H +THIS IS ENOUGH Aphrodite singing ghazals. A sky with gold streaks across. A stick that finds water in stone. Jesus @@ -437,7 +415,7 @@ a tufted crown. Each ant is given its elegant belt at birth. This love we feel pours through us like a giveaway song. The source of now is here! -U Z A Y R +UZAYR Which reminds me of the sons of Uzayr, who are out looking for their father. They have grown old, and their father @@ -463,7 +441,7 @@ Out of nowhere a horse brought us here where we taste love until we don’t exist again. This taste is the wine we always mention. -A M A Z E D M O U T H +AMAZED MOUTH The soul: a wide listening sky with thousands of candles. When anything is sold, soul gets given @@ -477,7 +455,7 @@ Birdsong, wind, the water’s face. Each flower, remembering the smell: I know you’re close by. -B E G I N +BEGIN This is now. Now is. Don’t postpone till then. Spend the spark of iron on stone. Sit at the head of the table. @@ -513,14 +491,14 @@ dreaming heart. Even in Kyoto — hearing the cuckoo’s cry — I long for Kyoto. -T H I S M A R K E T +THIS MARKET Can you find another market like this? Where, with your one rose you can buy hundreds of rose gardens? Where, for one seed you get a whole wilderness? For one weak breath, the divine wind? -T H E M U S I C W E A R E +THE MUSIC WE ARE Did you hear that winter’s over? The basil and the carnations cannot control their laughter.