Happy Birthday Rumi
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Don't worry about saving these songs!
And if one of our instruments breaks, it doesn't matter.
We have fallen into the place where everything is music.
The strumming and the flute notes rise into the atmosphere,
and even if the whole world's harp should burn up,
there will still be hidden instruments playing.
So the candle flickers and goes out.
We have a piece of flint, and a spark.
This singing art is sea foam.
The graceful movements come from a pearl
somewhere on the ocean floor.
Poems reach up like spindrift and the
edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting!
They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can't see.
Stop the words now.
Open the window in the center of your chest,
and let the spirits fly in and out.
-Rumi
and another....
There is a community of the spirit.
Join it, and feel the delight
of walking in the noisy street
and being the noise.
Drink all your passion,
and be a disgrace.
Close both eyes
to see with the other eye.
Open your hands,
if you want to be held.
Sit down in the circle.
Quit acting like a wolf, and feel
the shepherd's love filling you.
At night, your beloved wanders.
Don't accept consolations.
Close your mouth against food.
Taste the lover's mouth in yours.
You moan, "She left me." "He left me."
Twenty more will come.
Be empty of worrying.
Think of who created thought!
Why do you stay in prison
when the door is so wide open?
Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.
Live in silence.
Flow down and down in always
widening rings of being.
-Rumi
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Comment #1 Posted by: Anonymous | September 30, 2007 08:04 AM
Thank you, Raymond. I've always been fascinated with the Mevlevi Order...I look forward to learning more.
Comment #2 Posted by: LTOR | October 1, 2007 06:21 AM