Sunday, September 30, 2007

jalalu'ddin rumi

today marks eight hundred years since the birth of the great sufi poet and mystic Jalalu'ddin Rumi, also known as Mevlana. he lived in thirteenth century konya in central turkey, where the mevlevi order of dervishes (commonly known as whirling dervishes) have their origins.

The inner pilgrim wraps himself in the light of the holy spirit, transforming his material shape into the inner essence, and circumambulating the shrine of the heart, inwardly reciting the name of God. He moves in circles because the path of the essence is not straight but circular. Its end is its beginning. Abdul Qadir Jelani (about AD 1077)


here are a few selected words of rumi.

If you could get rid of yourself just once, the secret of secrets Would open to you. The face of the unknown, Hidden beyond the universe would appear on the mirror of your perception.

Search, no matter what situation you are in. O thirsty one, search for water constantly. Finally, the time will come when you will reach the spring.

The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you Not knowing how blind I was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.

And if He closes before you all the ways and passes, He will show you a hidden way which nobody knows.

Keep strenuously toiling along this path, Do not rest until the last breath; for That last breath may yet bring the blessings from the Knower of all things.

Like the hunter, the Sufi chases game; he sees the tracks left by the musk deer and follows them. For a while it is the tracks which are his clues, but later it is the musk itself which guides him.

Choose a master, for without him this journey is full of tribulations, fears, and dangers. With no escort, you would be lost on a road you would have already taken. Do not travel alone on the Path.

Whoever travels without a guide needs two hundred years for a two-days’ journey.

Last night my teacher taught me the lesson of Poverty: Having nothing and wanting nothing.


and finally a poem.

Not only the thirsty seek the water, the water as well seeks the thirsty.
The garden of
Love
is green without
limit
and yields many
fruits
other than sorrow
and joy.
Love is beyond either
condition:
without spring,
without autumn,
it is always fresh.
-- Jelaluddin Rumi

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