From cfb9efa9fffbe357f261f863c85ca38f44fcc337 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: jules Date: Fri, 11 Jul 2025 20:15:39 +0000 Subject: [PATCH] Update rumi.txt --- rumi.txt | 37 ++++++++++--------------------------- 1 file changed, 10 insertions(+), 27 deletions(-) diff --git a/rumi.txt b/rumi.txt index 414bb67..77209f3 100644 --- a/rumi.txt +++ b/rumi.txt @@ -164,8 +164,7 @@ Like a bird-filled summer; Not like a body, not like a separate thing, But like a nimbus that hovers Over every other thing in all the world. -Sufis say there are three ways of being with the mys- -tery: prayer, then a step up from that, meditation, and a +Sufis say there are three ways of being with the mystery: prayer, then a step up from that, meditation, and a step up from that, conversation, the mystical exchange they call sohbet. RESPONSE TO YOUR QUESTION @@ -428,16 +427,13 @@ absence. You’re the tailor, settled among his shop goods, quietly sewing. Sudden Wholeness -In this love kingdom there’s a windy blowing open of win- -dows. Spring! Sounds of talking sprout. There’s a picnic by +In this love kingdom there’s a windy blowing open of windows. Spring! Sounds of talking sprout. There’s a picnic by the river. Identity is music, and poems are rough notations of the melodies. -This station gives the lover glimpses of a spirit-whole- -ness running through the apparent chaos, a rightness that +This station gives the lover glimpses of a spirit-wholeness running through the apparent chaos, a rightness that weaves a pattern the lover sees in the dissonant and daily. Here is the auspicious beginning. Kindness stands in the -door. You walk out together like the Zen master Basho mov- -ing around Kyoto, pining for Kyoto. The phenomenal and +door. You walk out together like the Zen master Basho moving around Kyoto, pining for Kyoto. The phenomenal and the numinous grow identical. The world you see, together with the poem, both are intensely alive inside each other with revelation and suchness. That’s the feeling in this @@ -2354,14 +2350,7 @@ O stand, stand at the window As the tears scald and start; You shall love your crooked neighbor With your crooked heart. -W. H. Auden is one of the best-loved poets in English -for the very reason that he brings in the acerbic, the faith- -less, and the shadow within the deeply felt joy of his lov- -ing. There’s an impending danger. To leave that dimension -out of love poems is not to tell the full truth. Auden is gay, -too, in all senses, which adds more depths to his cultural -work. - + The young seeker wonders, How could a teacher lie with that woman! Can a guide agree with a thief? @@ -3225,24 +3214,18 @@ a task, and you perform a hundred other services, but not the one he sent you to do. So human beings come to this world to do particular work. That work is the purpose, and each is specific to -the person. If you don’t do it, it’s as though a price- -less Indian sword were used to slice rotten meat. +the person. If you don’t do it, it’s as though a priceless Indian sword were used to slice rotten meat. It’s a golden bowl being used to cook turnips, when -one filing from the bowl could buy a hundred suit- -able pots. It’s like a knife of the finest tempering +one filing from the bowl could buy a hundred suitable pots. It’s like a knife of the finest tempering nailed into a wall to hang things on. You say, “But look, I’m using it. It’s not lying idle.” Do you hear how ridiculous that sounds? For a penny an iron nail could be bought. You say, “But I -spend my energies on lofty projects. I study philoso- -phy and jurisprudence, logic, astronomy, and medi- -cine.” But consider why you do those things. They +spend my energies on lofty projects. I study philosophy and jurisprudence, logic, astronomy, and medicine.” But consider why you do those things. They are all branches of yourself and your impressiveness. -Remember the deep root of your being, the pres- -ence of your lord. Give yourself to the one who +Remember the deep root of your being, the presence of your lord. Give yourself to the one who already owns your breath and your moments. If -you don’t, you’ll be like the man who takes a cere- -monial dagger and hammers it into a post for a peg +you don’t, you’ll be like the man who takes a ceremonial dagger and hammers it into a post for a peg to hold his dipper gourd. You’ll be wasting valuable keenness and forgetting your dignity and purpose.