Rumi's poetry

[Zigzag Idiot]

Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī, also known as Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Balkhī, Mevlânâ/Mawlānā, Mevlevî/Mawlawī, and more popularly simply as Rumi, was a 13th-century Persian poet, faqih, Islamic scholar, theologian, and Sufi mystic originally from Greater Khorasan. Wikipedia

Born: September 30, 1207, Balkh, Afghanistan

Died: December 17, 1273, Konya, Turkey

Title: Mevlânâ, Mawlānā, Mevlevî, Mawlawī

Buried: December 18, 1273, Mevlana Museum, Konya, Turkey

 

 

[Zigzag Idiot]

 

 

[Nahm]

@Zigzag Idiot Awesome! ??

[Zigzag Idiot]

Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing, 

there is a field.

I'll meet you there

When the soul lies down in that grass

the world is too full to talk about 

[Zigzag Idiot]

3 minutes ago, Nahm said:

@Zigzag Idiot Awesome! ??

?‍♂️? You can see I'm partial to Coleman Barks reading ?

[Nahm]

@Zigzag Idiot He’s easy to love. Reminds me of Ram Dass a bit. Cool yet so deep. 

[khalifa]

Had these saved in a notepad on my external hard drive, going to drop them here, these are all my favorites from him, Hope you guys enjoy the read, or skip them if your not into poetry.

 

 

Themes: Enlightenment, love, dream

 

Theme: Enlightenment poetry

My birthplace is placelessness,

My sign is to have and give no sign.

You say you see my mouth, ears, eyes, nose;

they are not mine.

I am the life of life.

I am that cat, this stone, no one.

I have thrown duality away like an old dishrag,

I see and know all times and worlds,

As one, one, always one.

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To meet my thousand thousand faces

I roam the world;

The dirtiest grass

Wears the sunlight of my skin:

I stand in this stream, myself, and laugh.

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Seizing my life in your hands,

you thrashed it clean on the

savage rocks of Eternal Mind.

How its colors bled, until they grew white!

You smile and sit back; I dry in your sun.

Rumi

 

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take someone who doesn't keep score, who's not looking to be richer or afraid of losing, who has not the slightest interest even in his own personality. He is free ~ rumi

The quieter you become, the more you are able to hear ~ Rumi

Let silence take you to the core of life ~ rumi

There is a voice that doesn't use words, Listen ~ rumi

Silence is the language of god, All else is poor translation ~ rumi

 

Do you know what you are?

You are a manuscript of a divine letter.

You are a mirror reflecting a nobile face.

The universe is not outside of you.

Look inside yourself;

Everything that you want you are already that.

~ rumi

 

 

 

 

Rumi on dreams:

"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 grief"

Knock, And he'll open the door, Vanish, And he'll make you shine like the sun, Fall, And he'll raise you to the heavens, Become nothing, And he'll turn you into everything

I learned that every mortal will taste death, But only some will taste life.

although the road is never ending, take a step and keep walking, do not look fearfully into the distance, On this path let the soul be your guide for the body is hesitant and full of fear.

"My life depends upon my dying" This keeps my body and soul alive. I dream but, I do not sleep.

You were born with wings, Why do you prefer to crawl through life?

If no one recognizes you, I do because you are my life and soul.

those who don't want to change, let them sleep.

~Rumi

 

 

Rumi on love :

 

Close your eyes, Fall in love. Stay there.

“When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you're not here, I can't go to sleep. Praise God for those two insomnias! And the difference between them.”

Embark on the journey of love it takes you from yourself to your self

I choose to hold you in my dreams for in my dreams there is no end.

Your absence saddens me

Beloved between you and I, there is no seperation, its like moving into an ocean at the place where it meets the sky-- the horizon is melted.

I want you, nothing else, just you

There's so much of you in my heart.

Anything that is beautiful, people want to break, you are beautiful and i'm afraid

You are the love of my soul

For you, a thousand times.

You are the most beautiful fate

If a hug represented how much i love you, I would hold you in my arms forever.

In the evening, nothing resembles you, nothing pleases me but you.

I once had a thousand desires, But in my one desire to know you all else melted away.

I am yours, don't give myself back to me

I will whisper secrets in your ears, just nod yes and be silent.

I am so silent because i am constantly talking with you

There is someone who looks after us behind the curtain in truth, we are here. This is our shadow

What hurts you blesses you, Darkness is your candle. You transform all those who are touched by you

Love has inflicted so many pains on me, but that's how my life became blessed.

“Suffering is a gift. In it is hidden mercy.”

Don't look for me in human shape, I am inside your looking.

You think of yourself as a citizen of the universe, You think you belong to this world of dust and matter, Out of this dust you have created a personal image, and have forgotten about the essence of your true origin

As you live deeper in heart the mirror gets cleaner and cleaner.

A time comes in your life when you finally get it, When in midst of all your fears and insanity you stop dead in your tracks somewhere, the voice inside your head cries out ~ ENOUGH.

I searched for god, found only myself, I searched for myself and found only God.

God take my soul to that place, where i may speak without words.

Study me as much as you like, you will never know me, For I differ a hundred ways from what you see me to be.

Know the body is merely a garment, Go seek the wearer not the cloack.

What's meant to be will always find it's way, Always.

And if every way is closed before you, The secret one will show a secret path, No others have seen.

The very center of your heart is where life begins, The most beautiful place on earth.

Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange bull of what you really love, It will not lead you astray.

Awake my dear, be kind, to your sleeping being, take it out, into the fields of light, and let it breath. And then die, into the love, it has for you, as pieces of cloud dissolve in it's sunlight. ~ rumi

 

"If I love myself, I love you. If I love you, I love myself.”

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.”

“The only lasting beauty is the beauty of the heart.”

Patience is not sitting and waiting, it is foreseeing. It is looking at the night and seeing the day. Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full.”

“If light is in your heart, you will find your way home.”

“You’ll never find me. For I have been with you, from the beginning of me.”

 

Extras:

I was inspired by rumi and i wrote :

After surrendering to the beloved grace. Your ocean continues to care, for each wave hit until you reach the shore, You are given more help than you will ever know. You may be blind to it but one day, the timeless being awakens to love, it has received.

Why are you knocking at every other door? Go, Knock at the door of your own heart.

God writes spiritual mysteries in our hearts, where they wait silently for discovery. ~ Rumi

Once you conquer your selfish self, all your darkness will change to light.

 

You've no idea how hard I've looked for a gift to bring You. Nothing seemed right. What's the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the Ocean. Everything i came up with was like taking spices to the Orient. It's no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these. So- I've bought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me. - Rumi

 

Live life as if everything is rigged in your favor ~ rumi

What you seek is seeking you ~ Rumi

Don't grieve, Anything you lose comes back in another form ~ rumi

why do you stay in prison, when the door is so wide open? ~ Rumi

If you are irritated by every rub, how will you ever be polished? ~ Rumi

There is a candle in your heart ready to be kindled, There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don't you? ~ Rumi

"Don't you know yet? It is your light that lights the worlds" ~ rumi

With life as half taken breath, don't plant anything but love. ~ Rumi

Wear gratitude like a cloak, It will feed every corner of your life. ~ Rumi

You are not a drop in the ocean, you are the entire ocean in a drop ~ Rumi

I am not this hair, I am not this skin, I am the Soul that lives within.

~ rumi

Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu,Buddhist, Sufi, or Zen. Not any religion or cultural system.

I am not from the east or the west, not out of the ocean or up from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not composed of elements at all. I do not exist, am not an entity in this world or the next, did not descend from Adam and Eve or any origin story.

My place is the placeless, a trace of the traceless. Neither body or soul.

I belong to the beloved, have seen the two worlds as one and that one call to and know,

first, last, outer, inner, only that breath breathing human being.

Define and narrow me, you starve yourself of yourself Nail me down in a box of cold worlds, that box is your coffin. I do not know who I am. I am in astounding lucid confusion. I am not a christian, I am not a jew, I am not a zoroastrian, And I am not even a muslim. I do not belong to the land, or any known or unknown sea Nature cannot own or claim me, nor can heaven, Nor can china or bulgaria, My birthplace is placelessness My sign to have and give no sign You say you see my mouth,ears,nose --- they are not mine. I am the life of life I am the cat, this stone, no one I have thrown duality away like an old dishrag I see and know all times and worlds, As one, one, always one. So what do i have to do to get you to admit who is speaking? Admit it and change everything! This is your own voice echoing off the walls of God.

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Define and narrow me, you starve yourself of yourself Nail me down in a box of cold worlds, that box is your coffin. I do not know who I am. I am in astounding lucid confusion. I am not a christian, I am not a jew, I am not a zoroastrian, And I am not even a muslim. Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu,Buddhist, Sufi, or Zen. Not any religion or cultural system. I do not belong to the land, or any known or unknown sea. Nature cannot own or claim me, nor can heaven, Nor can china or bulgaria, I am not from the east or the west, not out of the ocean or up from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not composed of elements at all. I do not exist, am not an entity in this world or the next, did not descend from Adam and Eve or any origin story. My birthplace is placelessness, My sign is to have and give no sign, You say you see my mouth,ears,nose --- they are not mine. I am the life of life I am the cat, this stone, no one. I have thrown duality away like an old dishrag. I see and know all times and worlds, As one, one, always one. So what do i have to do to get you to admit who is speaking? Admit it and change everything! This is your own voice echoing off the walls of God.

I belong to the beloved, have seen the two worlds as one, one, Always one.

 

Extras:

 

Tear down the mosque, the temple,

Destroy whatever you please.

but don't kill a human heart for that is where god resides

~ bulleh shah

Look into yourself -

You have learnt so much,

read a thousand books,

have you ever read your self?

You have gone to mosques and temples,

Have you ever visited your soul?

You have reached into skies,

but you have failed to reach,

what's in your heart.

~ bulleh shah

 

Is this a fair hide and seek, you cannot be noticed.

How is it that no one has noticed you, The very presence is always being there.

Oh you shine yet blend so perfectly, just like a timeless god.

Beyond words, Beyond time, Beyond thoughts, Beyond any identification.

You cannot be traced, For you are a traceless timeless being.

Playing with yourself for a thousand nights.

I laugh, How silly you can be.

You shatter worlds, You Create worlds.

If only the mind has noticed, How can that be?

The hide and seek continues for eternity.

~ me ; )

 

Edited August 15, 2019 by khalifa

[Zigzag Idiot]

On 8/15/2019 at 10:24 AM, khalifa said:

Had these saved in a notepad on my external hard drive, going to drop them here, these are all my favorites from him, Hope you guys enjoy the read, or skip them if your not into poetry.

 

Great addition! I've been enjoying them,,,, ?

 

[shamaanitar]

I absolutely love Rumi! These are a few of my favorites:

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The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was

 

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.

They're in each other all along.

 

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Love is reckless; not reason.
Reason seeks a profit.
Love comes on strong, consuming herself, unbashed.

Yet, in the midst of suffering,
Love proceeds like a millstone,
hard surfaced and straightforward.

Having died to self-interest,
she risks everything and asks for nothing.
Love gambles away every gift God bestows.

Without cause God gave us Being;
without cause, give it back again.
Gambling yourself away is beyond any religion.

Religion seeks grace and favor,
but those who gamble these away are God's favorites,
for they neither put God to test
nor knock at the door of gain and loss.

 

[Zigzag Idiot]

@dmitry12312  Thank you, looks like a good practical resource. 

 

On the flip side, I hear Rumi say -

"Don't scold the lover

The wrong way he talks is better than a 100 right ways of others"

Thank you @khalifa @Nahm @dmitry12312 @shamaanitar 

[K VIL]

Why was my poetry moved yet this can be here? Rude man.

[Zigzag Idiot]

@K VIL I don't understand?

[K VIL]

@Zigzag Idiot Nvm sorry for posting in your thread. Rumi is special. i posted a poem in this forum a few weeks back and it was moved to "Spirituality" I'm like , why? it was a great resource for clarity. at least in my experience

[Zigzag Idiot]

 

 

[khalifa]

Themes: love and enlightenment/dream

 

 

“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.

First, to let go of life. In the end, to take a step without feet to regard this world as invisible, and to disregard what appears to be the self.

Heart, I said, what a gift it has been to enter this circle of lovers, to see beyond seeing itself, to reach and feel within the breast.”

-- Rumi

 

O I know the way you can get

I know the way you can get

When you have not had a drink of Love:

Your face hardens,

Your sweet muscles cramp.

Children become concerned

About a strange look that appears in your eyes

Which even begins to worry your own mirror

And nose.

Squirrels and birds sense your sadness

And call an important conference in a tall tree.

They decide which secret code to chant

To help your mind and soul.

Even angels fear that brand of madness

That arrays itself against the world

And throws sharp stones and spears into

The innocent

And into one's self.

O I know the way you can get

If you have not been drinking Love:

You might rip apart

Every sentence your friends and teachers say,

Looking for hidden clauses.

You might weigh every word on a scale

Like a dead fish.

You might pull out a ruler to measure

From every angle in your darkness

The beautiful dimensions of a heart you once

Trusted.

I know the way you can get

If you have not had a drink from Love's

Hands.

That is why all the Great Ones speak of

The vital need

To keep remembering God,

So you will come to know and see Him

As being so Playful

And Wanting,

Just Wanting to help.

That is why Hafiz says:

Bring your cup near me.

For all I care about

Is quenching your thirst for freedom!

All a Sane man can ever care about

Is giving Love!”

― Hafiz

 

 

This is Love

“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.

First, to let go of life. In the end, to take a step without feet to regard this world as invisible, and to disregard what appears to be the self.

Heart, I said, what a gift it has been to enter this circle of lovers, to see beyond seeing itself, to reach and feel within the breast.”

-- Rumi

 

 

 

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.

But there’s a difference with this dream.

Everything cruel and unconscious

done in the illusion of the present world,

all that does not fade away at the death-waking.

It stays, and it must be interpreted.

rumki dawn dream

All the mean laughing,

all the quick, sexual wanting,

those torn coats of Joseph,

they change into powerful wolves

that you must face.

The retaliation that sometimes comes now,

the swift, payback hit,

is just a boy’s game

to what the other will be.

You know about circumcision here.

It’s full castration there!

And this groggy time we live,

this is what it’s like:

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.

The dust of many crumbled cities

settles over us like a forgetful doze,

but we are older than those cities.

We began as a mineral.

We emerged into plant life

and into the animal state,

and then into being human,

and always we have forgotten our former states,

except in early spring when we slightly recall being green again.

That’s how a young person turns toward a teacher.

That’s how a baby leans toward the breast,

without knowing the secret of its desire,

yet turning instinctively.

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

 

 

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other” doesn’t make any sense. 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.

 

 

Remember. The entrance to the sanctuary is inside you.

 

[Zigzag Idiot]