Love affair with Rumi

My Rumi pick of the day in honor of Drum Circle for Global Unity, held today all over the world. Many different Drum Circles with the same intention of Unity....and also held in my own home with my Circle.

I am drumming,
I am drumming,
I am drumming
for my Love's ever nearing union.
They say get a life.
What is all this drumming?
I swear to that Love,
the day that I stop drumming,
is the day that I will stop living.
 
A certain Sufi tore his robe in grief,
and the tearing brought such relief he gave the robe
the name faraji, which means ripped open,

or happiness or one who brings
the joy of being opened. It comes from the stem faraj,
which also refers to the genitals, male and female.

His teacher saw the purity of the action,
while others just saw the ragged appearance.
If you want peace and purity tear away
the coverings!This is the purpose of emotion,
to let a streaming beauty flow through you.

Call it spirit,elixir or the original agreement
between yourself and God. Opening into that
gives peace, a song of being empty, pure silence.

I do love this one.....as I have already told you. And yes being torn open is a very good thing :) I have been told I am to emotional, like that is a bad thing lol NOT I want to feel the streaming beauty as he describes move through me.....I never want to stop feeling.

thank you :)
 
bowing with hands joined

I love this......lots of great imagery here. Thank you Gregori for sharing :) :rose:

and i thank you for affordingme the pleasure of contributing to my favorite cocktail, the combination of spirituality and sensuality. nice idea for a post.:rose::kiss:
 
and i thank you for affordingme the pleasure of contributing to my favorite cocktail, the combination of spirituality and sensuality. nice idea for a post.:rose::kiss:

You are most welcome! It is my favorite as well. Blessings to you :)
 
There is away of breathing
thats a shame and suffication
And there is another way of expiring
that lets you open infinitely.




Breath is life, be its rhythm and all else dissapears and be at peace:)
 
There is away of breathing
thats a shame and suffication
And there is another way of expiring
that lets you open infinitely.




Breath is life, be its rhythm and all else dissapears and be at peace:)

Conscious breath.....and for whatever reason I still sometimes forget to breathe during the day..

I can also hear my instructors voice in my head... ( Because he is drilling it in my head lol ) “Unpress your lips, you have to breathe, it isn’t going to work if you don’t breathe…you won’t be able to fight”

we need breath for peace......and to keep going. Thank you :rose:
 
Today's Rumi

I love this......

Beloved, unveil your face. Scatter graces with each swirl of your robe of Flame."~Rumi
 
Seizing my life in your hands, you thrashed me clean
On savage rocks of eternal mind.
How its colors bled, until they grew white!
You smile and sit back: I dry in your sun.

The Sea boils with passion for you,
The clouds pour pearls at your feet
A lightning from your love has pierced the earth
This smoke curling to heaven is its child.

We were green: we ripened and grew golden.
The Sea terrified us: we learned how to drown.
Squat and earthbound, we unfolded huge wings.
We started sober: are love's startled drunkards.

You hide me in your cloak of nothingness
Reflect my ghost in your glass of being
I am nothing, yet appear: transparent dream
Where your eternity briefly trembles.

This love sacrifices all souls, however wise, however "awakened"
Cuts off their heads without a sword, hangs them without a scaffold.
We are the guests of the one who devours his guests
The friends of the one who slaughters his friends....
Although by his gaze he brings death to so many lovers
Let yourself be killed by him: is he not the water of life?
Never, ever, grow bitter: he is the friend and kills gently.
Keep your heart noble, for this most noble love
Kills only kings near God and men free from passion.
We are like the night, earth's shadow.
He is the Sun: He splits open the night with a sword soaked in dawn....

The man to whom is unveiled the myster of Love
Exists no longer, but vanishes into love.
Place before the Sun a burning candle
And watch its brilliance disappear before that blaze,
The candle exists no longer, it is transformed into Light,
There are no more signs of it, it itself becomes sign....

You are my soul, my universe: what do I have to do with the soul and the universe?
For me you are ever-flowing treasure: what do I have to do with profit and loss?
One minute, I am the friend of the wine, another the friend of him who burns me.
I ahve come to this age of ruins, so what do I have to do with time's melodrama?
I am terrified by the whole world, I am sprung free of the whole world,
I am neither "hidden" no "apparent." What do I have to do with existence or space?
I am drunk on union with you, I need and want and care about no one else.
Since I am your prey, what do I care about fate's bow and its arrows?
I live at the bottom of the stream, why would I go looking for water?
What could or would I say about this stream that flows and flows?
I have given up existence, why go on staggering under the burden of this mountain?
Since the wolf is my shepherd, why put up with the pretensions of the shepherd?
What abandon! What drunkenness! You hold the cup in you hand
Blessed is the place you are, and glorious to the eye of the heart.
Each atom, by your grace, is a universe, each drop of water a soul.
No one who has ever had a sign from you need worry again about "name" or "sign."
To find the place of splendor, at the bottom of the Sea of truths
You have to dive, dive head first: what do I have to do with feet that scurry?
With the sword of the One God you have hacked a Path for us:
You have stolen all my clothes: What will I give to the toll-man?
From your beauty ablaze like the sun, from the curls of your hair,
My heart has become ecstatic: O my soul, hand me this brimming cup,
Do not weigh pain and misery, contemplate love, contemplate friendship:
Do not mull over tyranny and neglect: think of all those who have their eyes fixed on you.
Surname all grief 'grace': transmute pain and anguish into joy
And ask from joy all happiness, all security, all peace.
Demand that security, that peace, demand them,
Choose the company of those withdrawn in love
Listen to those who open a path to you: listen, and don't say a word.

Glorious is the moment we sit in the palace, you and I
Two forms, two faces, but a single soul, you and I
The flowers will blaze and bird cries shower us with immortality
The moment we enter the garden, you and I
All the stars of heaven will run out to gaze at us
As we burn as the full moon itself, you and I
The fire winged birds of heaven will rage with envy
In that place we laugh ecstatically, you and I
What a miracle, you and I, entwined in the same nest
While I am here in Konya, and you are in Khorassan
What a miracle, you and I, one love, one lover, one Fire
In this world and the next, in an ecstasy without end.
 
sigh

this is the kind of poetry that makes me, for a while, think of forever laying down my pen.
 
sigh

this is the kind of poetry that makes me, for a while, think of forever laying down my pen.

I am sighing right there with you!! Rumi had a direct channel to Spirit and love. I have to do a bit of research on a thought I had last night, I wonder how much of his work came through in his ecstatic dancing? My quest for the day to find out!

Wishing you a beautiful day Chipbutty :)
 
Seizing my life in your hands, you thrashed me clean
On savage rocks of eternal mind.
How its colors bled, until they grew white!
You smile and sit back: I dry in your sun.

The Sea boils with passion for you,
The clouds pour pearls at your feet
A lightning from your love has pierced the earth
This smoke curling to heaven is its child.



J - This is the entire piece!!:) I see how it all fits together. Thank you :) Reading this I get the same feeling as I do when I read "Thunder, and Perfect Mind” I feel the Male Aspect through his outpouring of love for his Beloved (God). Have you read "Thunder, and perfect mind"? If you haven't I can send it to you - to long to post here but a beautiful piece on the Divine Feminine and written by the Gnostics, from the dead sea scrolls.

They both have the same passion, the cadence that makes it feel like an invocation, affirmation both at the same time.

Reading this again this morning has taken me off the Hamster Wheel of work! I am going to dry in his SUN.... Blessings to you :kiss:
 
This place is a dream
only a sleeper considers it real
then death comes like dawn
and you wake up laughing
at what you thought
was your grief

A man goes to sleep in the town
where he has always lived
and he dreams
he's living in another town
in the dream he doesn't remember
the town he's sleeping in his bed in
he believes the reality
of the dream town
the world is that kind of sleep

Humankind is being led
along an evolving course,
through this migration
of intelligences
and though we seem
to be sleeping
there is an inner wakefulness,
that directs the dream
and that will eventually
startle us back
to the truth of
who we are
 
Love's way is humility and intoxication,
The torrent floods down. How can it run up?
You'll be a cabuchon in the ring of lovers,
If you're a red ruby's slave, dear friend ;
Even as Earth is a serf of the sapphire sky
And your monkey body's a slave to your spirit.

What did Earth ever lose by this relationship ?
What mercy has the Self showed to weary limbs ?
One shouldn't beat the snare drum of awakening
Beneath a cosy sofa's, comfy counterpane.

Hoist, like a hero, your flag in the desert.
Listen with your soul's ear to the song,
In that hollow of the vast turquoise dome,
Rising from the lover's passionate moan .

When your tight gown-strings are loosened
By the tipsy inebriation of perfect love,
The victorious heavens shout, triumphantly !
And the constellations gaze down ashamed.
This world is in deep trouble, from top to bottom,
But it can be swiftly healed by the balm of love .
 
This place is a dream
only a sleeper considers it real
then death comes like dawn
and you wake up laughing
at what you thought
was your grief

A man goes to sleep in the town
where he has always lived
and he dreams
he's living in another town
in the dream he doesn't remember
the town he's sleeping in his bed in
he believes the reality
of the dream town
the world is that kind of sleep

Humankind is being led
along an evolving course,
through this migration
of intelligences
and though we seem
to be sleeping
there is an inner wakefulness,
that directs the dream
and that will eventually
startle us back
to the truth of
who we are


The first thing that popped into my head was this song - Abney Park - The Wake

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=arGUtYnuQ4w


I am adding this one to my favorites......I hope I can always be awake, but I am grateful for the wakeup calls. :)
 
God has given us a dark wine so potent that,
drinking it, we leave the two worlds.

God has put into the form of hashish a power
to deliver the taster from self-consciousness.

God has made sleep so
that it erases every thought.

God made Majnun love Layla so much that
just her dog would cause confusion in him.

There are thousands of wines
that can take over our minds.

Don't think all ecstacies
are the same!


Jesus was lost in his love for God.
His donkey was drunk with barley.

Drink from the presence of saints,
not from those other jars.

Every object, every being,
is a jar full of delight.

Be a conoisseur,
and taste with caution.

Any wine will get you high.
Judge like a king, and choose the purest,

the ones unadulterated with fear,
or some urgency about "what's needed."

Drink the wine that moves you
as a camel moves when it's been untied,

and is just ambling about.
 
I drink my wine to all of you
who have awakened from a dragonsleep
my soul in bits of memory
dancing in the firelight
surfeited yet again

but not now, though what IS now
compared to then; it does not matter
I will seek the desert, to find what you've found
and journey back again
perhaps w/ jewels upon my camel, and songs in my heart.
 
“Every tree and plant in the meadow seemed to be dancing, those which average eyes would see as fixed and still”

Rumi
 
“Every tree and plant in the meadow seemed to be dancing, those which average eyes would see as fixed and still”

Rumi

Tree limbs rise and fall
like the estatic arms of those
who have submitted to a mystical life.
 
I drink my wine to all of you
who have awakened from a dragonsleep
my soul in bits of memory
dancing in the firelight
surfeited yet again

but not now, though what IS now
compared to then; it does not matter
I will seek the desert, to find what you've found
and journey back again
perhaps w/ jewels upon my camel, and songs in my heart.


Thank you BooMerengue! I had not read this one.....beautiful :)
 
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