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Re: POEMS BY RUMI
« on: March 21, 2015, 09:27:05 am »

"NOONE" says it better:




What is the mi'raj12  of the heavens?
 Non-existence.
 The religion and creed of the lovers is non- existence.

Masnavi VI 233   




   

These spiritual window-shoppers,
 who idly ask, 'How much is that?' Oh, I'm just looking.
 They handle a hundred items and put them down,
 shadows with no capital.

 What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping.
 But these walk into a shop,
 and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment,
 in that shop.

 Where did you go? "Nowhere."
 What did you have to eat? "Nothing much."

 Even if you don't know what you want,
 buy _something,_ to be part of the exchanging flow.

 Start a huge, foolish project,
 like Noah.

 It makes absolutely no difference
 what people think of you.

 Rumi, 'We Are Three', Mathnawi VI, 831-845
 





 


I died from minerality and became vegetable;

And From vegetativeness I died and became animal.

I died from animality and became man.

Then why fear disappearance through death?

Next time I shall die

Bringing forth wings and feathers like angels;

After that, soaring higher than angels -

What you cannot imagine,

I shall be that.






 

Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book

    nor from tongue.

If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is

    illumination of heart.





 


If thou  wilt be observant and vigilant, thou wilt see at every moment the response to thy action. Be observant if thou wouldst have a pure heart, for something is born to thee in consequence of every action.






 

I said, 'Thou art harsh, like such a one.'

'Know,' he replied,

'That I am harsh for good, not from rancor and spite.

Whoever enters saying, "This I," I smite him on the brow;

For this is the shrine of Love, o fool! it is not a sheep cote!

Rub thine eyes, and behold the image of the heart.'





 


Make yourself free from self at one stroke!

Like a sword be without trace of soft iron;

Like a steel mirror, scour off all rust with contrition.



 

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