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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One Song by RUMI

~One Song~
Every war and every conflict between human beings has happened because of some disagreement about names.
It is such an unnecessary foolishness,because just beyond the arguing there is a long table of companionship
set and waiting for us to sit down.
What is praised is one, so the praise is one too,
many jugs being poured into a huge basin.
All religions, all this singing, one song.
The differences are just illusion and vanity.
Sunlight looks a little different on this wall
than it does on that wall
and a lot different on this other one,but it is still one light.
We have borrowed these clothes,these time-and-space personalities,from a light, and when we praise,we are pouring them back in.
“By Rumi on Religion”

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The Music by RUMI

T H E   M U S I C
For sixty years I have been forgetful,
every moment, but not for a second
has this flowing toward me slowed or stopped.
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.

[Mevlana Rumi]

The Cure in the Pain

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The Cure in the Pain

The grief you cry out from 

draws you towards union.
Your pure sadness
that wants help
is the secret cup.
Listen to the moan of a dog
for its master.
That whining is the connection.
There are love dogs
no one knows the names of.
Give your life to be one of them.

There is only so long you can ignore a throbbing, bleeding vein. You’ve got to stop the flow. Unable to find an obvious cure, you begin to see the cure within the pain.

How? Well that’s absolutely relative. For me, the pain shows me how everyone in the world has their own aches and pains. Sorrows and griefs. Sources of absolute misery. And we all have to brave through it. There is no escaping it. No running away. Sometimes, you’ve just got to stand up and face the music.

Sometimes, your grief may create a connection so unique, so strong, you’d be totally caught of guard. And when it does, it never leaves you the same way as it found you.

[RUMI]

Y O U A R E N O T Y O U R E Y E S

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Y O U   A R E    N O T    Y O U R    E Y E S
Those who have reached their arms
into emptiness are no longer concerned
with lies and truth, with mind and soul,
or which side of the bed they rose from.
If you are still struggling to understand,
you are not there. You offer your soul
to one who says, “Take it to the other
side.” You’re on neither side, yet
those who love you see you on one side
or the other. You say Illa, “only God,”
then your hungry eyes see you’re in
“nothing,” La.
You’re an artist
who paints both with existence and non.
Shams could help you see who you are,
but remember, You are not your eyes.

[RUMI]

S P I R I T A N D B O DY

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S P I R I T    A N D     B O DY
Don’t feed both sides of yourself equally.
The spirit and the body carry different loads
and require different attentions.
Too often
we put saddlebags on Jesus and let the donkey
run loose in the pasture.
Don’t make the body do
what the spirit does best, and don’t put a big load
on the spirit that the body could easily carry.

[RUMI]