Actualiser Rumi _ the book of love _ poems of ecstasy and longing
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1. Spontaneous Wandering
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I take down my King James to look up the passage about
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love (charity) in 1 Corinthians 13. There is a tiny red ant
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living in Corinth. It walks to the top and along the gold
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edges. Spontaneous wandering is a favorite region of the
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heart. It may look like mindless drift, but it isn’t. More the
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good Don and Sancho out for their inspired adventures,
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quixotic and panzaic.5 The ant is my teacher.
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We see through a glass darkly, then face-to-face. A
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more polished mirror shows us who we truly are. The wan-
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dering of Rumi’s poetry is a model for the soul’s lovely
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motions. When thirst begins to look for water, water has
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already started out with a canteen, looking for thirst. Love
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feels like sliding along the eddies and currents of the tao.
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Pir Vilayat Khan6 recently commented to me, “Your
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first Rumi volumes seemed very sexual.” He’s right. There is
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too much of that energy in the first work with Rumi I did,
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especially in some of the quatrains. I was very wet with
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such water at the time myself. I was thirty-nine. Now I’m
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sixty-five. Things change; nothing wrong with that. What’s
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truly alive is always changing.
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Gay lovers hear Rumi’s poetry as gay. I don’t agree,
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though I’m certainly guilty of previously loading Rumi’s
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poetry with erotic fruit. I don’t do that now. Rumi is way
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happier than sex and orgasms, his wandering more con-
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scious and free. See “Imra’u ‘l-Qays” in the next section.
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Rumi and Shams wander in that country.
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Perhaps the purest wanderer of our time is Nanao, like
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Basho in his. Gary Snyder says about him,
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This subtropical East China Sea carpenter and spear fisherman
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finds himself equally at home in the desert. So much so that
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on one occasion when an eminent traditional Buddhist priest
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boasted of his lineage, Nanao responded, “I need no lineage. I
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am desert rat.” But for all his independence Nanao Sakaki car-
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ries the karma of Chungtzu, En-no-gyoja, Saigyo, Ikkyu,
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Basho, and Issa in his bindle. His work or play in the world is
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to pull out nails, free seized nuts, break loose the rusted, open
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up the shutters. You can put these poems in your shoes and
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walk a thousand miles.
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G O W I T H M U D D Y F E E T
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G O W I T H M U D D Y F E E T
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When you hear dirty story
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When you hear dirty story
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wash your ears.
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wash your ears.
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