((ASLEEP AND LISTENING by Rumi))

Day before yesterday,
fire whispered to the fragrant smoke,
Aloes wood loves me,
because I know how to untie it and let it loose.
This burning must occur, or nothing will happen.
Sperm cell disappears into egg. Then a new beauty appears.
Bread and broth must dissolve
in the stomach before energy comes. Raw ore gets refined into coins.
It is necessary for you to experience nonbeing.
Love takes you toward that. Asleep beside the splashing water, let it say secrets into you.
Be a sleep and a pure listening at the same time.

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Fountain Of Fire

From sunlight:
i was ready to tell
the story of my life
but the ripple of tears
and the agony of my heart
wouldn’t let me

i began to stutter
saying a word here and there
and all along i felt
as tender as a crystal
ready to be shattered

in this stormy sea
we call life
all the big ships
come apart
board by board

how can i survive
riding a lonely
little boat
with no oars
and no arms

my boat did finally break
by the waves
and i broke free
as i tied myself
to a single board

though the panic is gone
i am now offended
why should i be so helpless
rising with one wave
and falling with the next

i don’t know
if i am
nonexistence
while i exist
but i know for sure
when i am
i am not
but
when i am not
then i am

now how can i be
a skeptic
about the
resurrection and
coming to life again

since in this world
i have many times
like my own imagination
died and
been born again

that is why
after a long agonizing life
as a hunter
i finally let go and got
hunted down and became free

Translation by Nader Khalili
“Rumi — Fountain of Fire”

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Didnt I Told You by RUMI

[Didn’t I Told You by Rumi]

Do not leave me for I am your only Friend, I am the spring of life.
Even if you leave in anger for thousands of years
You will come back to me for I am your goal and your end.
Didn’t I tell you not to be seduced by this colorful world for I am the Ultimate Painter.
Didn’t I tell you, you are a fish do not go to dry land for I am the deep Sea.
Didn’t I tell you, not to fall in the net like birds for I am your wings and the power of light.
Didn’t I tell you not to let them change your mind and turn you to ice for I am your fire and warmth.
Didn’t I tell you they will corrupt you and make you forget that I am the Spring of all virtues.
Didn’t I tell you not to question my actions for everything falls into order, I am the Creator.
Didn’t I tell you your heart can guide you home because it knows that I am your Master.

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Rumi

I may be clapping my hands, but I don’t belong to a crowd of clappers.
Neither this nor that, I’m not part of a group that loves flute music
or one that loves gambling or drinking wine.
Those who live in , descended from Adam, made of earth and water,
I’m not part of that.
Don’t listen to what I say,
as though these words came from an inside and went to an outside.
Your faces are very beautiful, but they are wooden cages.
You had better run from me.
My words are fire.
I have nothing to do with being famous, or making grand judgments, or feeling
full of shame. I borrow nothing.
I don’t want anything from anybody.
I flow through human beings.
Love is my only companion.~ Rumi♥

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Here I am God Says by RUMI

All night, a man called “God”
Until his lips were bleeding.
Then his Adversary said, “Hey! Mr Gullible!
… How comes you’ve been calling all night
And never once heard God say, “Here, I AM”?
You call out so earnestly and, in reply, what?
I’ll tell you what. Nothing!”

The man suddenly felt empty and abandoned.
Depressed, he threw himself on the ground
And fell into a deep sleep.
In a dream, he met an angel, who asked,
“Why are you regretting calling out to God?”

The man said, “ I called and called
But God never replied, “Here I AM.”

The Angel explained, “God has said,
“Your calling my name is My reply.
Your longing for Me is My message to you.
All your attempts to reach Me Are in reality My attempts to reach you.
Your fear and love are a noose to catch Me.
In the silence surrounding every call of “God”
Waits a thousand replies of “Here I AM.”

Rumi

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Sitting in the Orchid by RUMI

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“SITTING IN THE ORCHARD”
A man sits in an orchard, fruit trees full and the vines plump. He has his head on his knee; his eyes are closed.
His friend says, “Why stay sunk in mystical meditation when the world is like this? Such visible grace.”
He replies, “This outer is an elaboration of the inner. I prefer the origin.”
Natural beauty is a tree limb reflected
in the water of a creek, quivering there, not there.
The growing that moves in the soul
is more real than tree limbs and reflections.
We laugh and feel happy or sad over all this.
Try instead to get a scent
of the true orchard.
Taste the vineyard within the vineyard.