Love affair with Rumi

see that is the beauty of love and a love ninja you wake up one morning and realize OMG when did I start to feel....I do sometimes forget to lock my windows.



I actually have a story about something like that.
The second link in my siggy.

Now I'm imagining cupid with a shuriken.
a chubby little ninja lurking in the shadows blowing dust in my eye to reveal my desire
 
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I actually have a story about something like that.
The second link in my siggy.

Now I'm imagining cupid with a shuriken.
a chubby little ninja lurking in the shadows blowing dust in my eye to reveal my desire

I tried to read! But the links didn't work yesterday for stories....I will have to try again tonight.


My Rumi for today...

“Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul.”
 
I couldn't love Rumi more than I do.

Two of my favorites:

Out beyond rightdoing and wrongdoing there is a field. I shall meet you there.

A mountain holds an echo inside itself. That's how I hold your voice.
 
I couldn't love Rumi more than I do.

Two of my favorites:

Out beyond rightdoing and wrongdoing there is a field. I shall meet you there.

A mountain holds an echo inside itself. That's how I hold your voice.

Thank you for sharing Serein, I love those both as well. The second one has most meaning for me. The voice can resonate through our bodies and the body remembers.
 
Thank you for sharing Serein, I love those both as well. The second one has most meaning for me. The voice can resonate through our bodies and the body remembers.
Absolutely.

There is a fantastic artist named Janine Payer who uses his words in her jewelry- might be something you would enjoy :).
 
Lover whispers to my ear,
"Better to be a prey than a hunter.
Make yourself My fool.
Stop trying to be the sun and become a speck!
Dwell at My door and be homeless.
Don't pretend to be a candle, be a moth,
so you may taste the savor of Life
and know the power hidden in serving."

...
"Come, come again, whoever you are, come!
Heathen, fire worshiper or idolater, come!
Come even if you broke your penitence a hundred times,
Ours is the portal of hope, come as you are."
...
"Come, come, whoever you are.
Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times.
Come, yet again, come, come."


A friend of mine says the 19th Century American poet Edwin Markham was inspired by Rumi. They have a similar style, in my opinion.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edwin_Markham
 
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Absolutely.

There is a fantastic artist named Janine Payer who uses his words in her jewelry- might be something you would enjoy :).

Thank you for the info on Janine's jewelry - I just looked at her site and found three things that I want now lol One was a cuff bracelet with an Apache Blessing, and another with this quote from Rumi...

Which would be my Rumi for today :

Walk to the well.
Turn as the earth and the moon turn,
circling what they love,
Whatever circles comes from the center.
-Rumi

Everything does come from the center of ourselves.
 
Lover whispers to my ear,
"Better to be a prey than a hunter.
Make yourself My fool.
Stop trying to be the sun and become a speck!
Dwell at My door and be homeless.
Don't pretend to be a candle, be a moth,
so you may taste the savor of Life
and know the power hidden in serving."

...
"Come, come again, whoever you are, come!
Heathen, fire worshiper or idolater, come!
Come even if you broke your penitence a hundred times,
Ours is the portal of hope, come as you are."
...
"Come, come, whoever you are.
Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times.
Come, yet again, come, come."


A friend of mine says the 19th Century American poet Edwin Markham was inspired by Rumi. They have a similar style, in my opinion.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edwin_Markham


Thank you :) I enjoyed these. The first one very much! And I just looked up your link with regards to Edwin Markham and much to my surprise find that he lived much of his life in Northern Cali and very close to where I am from.

I just read his Lion and Lioness and that one I really enjoyed.

Thank you :rose:
 
Quietness

This is just beautiful...

Quietness

Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky,
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape;
Walk out like someone suddenly
born into color.

Do it now,
You're covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side.

Die and be quiet.
Quietness is the surest sign
that you've died.
Your old life is a frantic running
from silence.

The speechless full moon
comes out now.
- Rumi
 
Today's Rumi

This is just beautiful.......one day.... Enjoy!

The noise of the lover is only while he has not seen his Beloved. Once he sees the Beloved, he becomes calm and quiet, just as the rivers are boisterous before they join the ocean, but when they do so, they are becalmed forever."~Rumi
 
This is just beautiful...

Quietness

Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky,
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape;
Walk out like someone suddenly
born into color.

Do it now,
You're covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side.

Die and be quiet.
Quietness is the surest sign
that you've died.
Your old life is a frantic running
from silence.

The speechless full moon
comes out now.
- Rumi

I agree. Your thread made me read more about Rumi. I'm fond of his philosophy, sensuality, and theology, which I believe to be ecumenical, centuries before it became popular. So many wars were done after his death in the name of religion. What a wonderful contrast Rumi's poetry is to radical fundamentalism we've seen so much in the news since 9/11!.
 
From the dark jungle as a tiger bright,
Form from the viewless Spirit leaps to light.
 
I agree. Your thread made me read more about Rumi. I'm fond of his philosophy, sensuality, and theology, which I believe to be ecumenical, centuries before it became popular. So many wars were done after his death in the name of religion. What a wonderful contrast Rumi's poetry is to radical fundamentalism we've seen so much in the news since 9/11!.

It is indeed, I am so glad you are enjoying this thread. :rose:
 
I too adore Rumi! I lose myself in his words...

Intoxicated by Love

Because of your love
I have lost my sobriety
I am intoxicated
by the madness of love
In this fog
I have become a stranger to myself

I'm so drunk
I've lost the way to my house
In the garden
I see only your face

From tree's and blossoms
I inhale only your fragrance

Drunk with the ecstasy of love
I can no longer tell the difference
Between drunkard and drink
Between lover and beloved
 
His words have profoundly changed my life...

I have a friend who is of the Feri Tradition and he is very much into Sufism, who introduced me to Rumi and I have to say his words describe so much of what I feel and more beautifully than I ever could.

I enjoy the piece of writing you have in your signature :)

Blessings to you :rose:
 
I too adore Rumi! I lose myself in his words...

Intoxicated by Love

Because of your love
I have lost my sobriety
I am intoxicated
by the madness of love
In this fog
I have become a stranger to myself

I'm so drunk
I've lost the way to my house
In the garden
I see only your face

From tree's and blossoms
I inhale only your fragrance

Drunk with the ecstasy of love
I can no longer tell the difference
Between drunkard and drink
Between lover and beloved


What a treat to read this today! Thank you :).....it is so easy to get lost in his words...

here is a link to a youtube video I found today. Rumi - "Say I am you"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QqVBGv2hpQ4

Wishing you all a weekend filled with Beauty!

Rayven :rose:
 
This spoke to me today........

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.

You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.

People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.

The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.


I sat with the breeze at dawn and asked...
 
This spoke to me today........

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.

You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.

People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.

The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.


I sat with the breeze at dawn and asked...

Ha! Now I wanna know more about that doorsill...although there are many of those in life....
 
Ha! Now I wanna know more about that doorsill...although there are many of those in life....

You are right there are many doorsills, each day we step out into the world through one, each day another path to becoming. In my own world it could also be the doorway between the mundane and the spiritual.....which most times are intertwined.
 
You are right there are many doorsills, Each day we step out into the world through one, each day another path to becoming. In my own world it could also be the doorway between the mundane and the spiritual.....which most times intertwined.

Well, a doorsill is a symbolic invite:
A door is a taunt: if it's closed, you're not meant to be on the other side
A window is a tease, 'cause you can only see the other side (lit's a window)
a doorsill implies an open door, hence you're invited to cross, but it's up to you to make that decision.
 
Well, a doorsill is a symbolic invite:
A door is a taunt: if it's closed, you're not meant to be on the other side
A window is a tease, 'cause you can only see the other side (lit's a window)
a doorsill implies an open door, hence you're invited to cross, but it's up to you to make that decision.

I never thought of the door being closed a taunt, but you are right. Wanting to know what is on the other side....reminds me of an old abandoned school house I visited last weekend, the old creaky door closed....but as I approached it swung open. I just had to enter......
 
After hours of reading The Essential Rumi this one speaks to me on all levels today.

We Three

My love wanders the rooms, melodious,
flute notes, plucked wires,
full of wine the Magi drank
on the way to Bethlehem

We are three. The moon comes
from its quiet corner, puts a pitcher of water
down in the center. The Circle
of surface flames.

One of us Kneels to kiss the threshold.

One Drinks, with wine-flames playing over his face.

One watches the gathering,
and says to the cold onlookers,

This dance is the joy of existence

I am filled with you.
Skin,blood, bone, brain and soul.
There's no room for lack of trust, or trust.
Nothing is this existence but that existence.
 
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