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Sufism and Rumi
Probably most readers have heard about the poems of Rumi. His poetry has mystical depth on self transformation (in-built urge to evolve, which Rumi calls “love”) which is usually taken as “devotional love for the Beloved,” as such his poetry touches hearts by his unusual way of describing love between lovers, and his desire and longing to be with that beloved, since that relationship was cut off.
Many monotheistic religions and followers have taken his work as to individualize a God far from the self. (Thus the longing to be close) However, there is more to it for those interested in Sufism.
You will see the value of devotion and worship that has been added to Rumi’s mystical experiences.
Below a free download of the “Secret Meaning: Rumi’s Spiritual Lessons on Sufism.” Which is a good read for someone who would like to know Islam in its mystical form.
Also, a quick 3 minute video on Sufism; explained by Jonathan Brown, Ph.D in “Islamic Thought.”
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5diBm_CG8J0]
Below some poems by Rumi, which Avyakt7 has chosen, for your enjoyment… 🙂
“One who does what the Friend wants done
will never need a friend.
There’s a bankruptcy that’s pure gain.
The moon stays bright when it
doesn’t avoid the night.
A rose’s rarest essence
lives in the thorn. ”
———————–
Only Breath
“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 in the next,
did not descend from Adam and Eve or any
origin story. My place is 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.”
The ever changing Truth
What color is the sun?
it is the million dollar question
the right answer, will get the prize
there is no “catch” in disguise!
It is red! No, yellow …
it is white as light even mellow!
those were the common answers
moving the voting pole as dancers
even orange named as a color
gave the contest a bad odor
Religions and philosophies appeared
supporting their own ideas
“Sun is red,” had greater appeal
that belief was a big deal
“Sun is yellow” had the proof
but it was nothing but a goof
“Sun is white” had no bite
among the big ideologies in fight
The contest came to an end
the judges delivered their mend:
“single answers are good but delusion
together they bring the right conclusion!”
The Sun has all those colors
for time is the incognito victor
squeezing that beloved truth
as a boa constrictor!
The truth is not a still picture
hidden in concepts and definitions
the truth is beyond all traditions
It is a continuous movie
on how a red Sun becomes orange
from light white and then yellow
just to unite all thinking fellows!
The unreachable star
You are the far unreachable star
melting my heart with one desire
to be there, to reach to you
be part of the selected few
My day is lit with your presence
my night is just your omnipresence
that is the time where my dreams
meet your name as it seems
In the darkest moments of my life
i could see you and be fine
to be there will take time
for now, to see you is sublime
Sparkling lights are your eyes
their depth is truly a work of art
your beauty matches your heart
you are the star… among the stars!
The lullaby of Dawn
In the sacred temple of dawn,
i hear her voice sweetly calling me,
“wake up little son.”
Birds chirping the new morning song
delighting the audience of countless flowers,
who applaud the advent of light in a chord
in a new day for embracing the Lord
That freshness is the aroma of life
nurturing the spirit to be alive
just as a holy scripture touches the mind
or faithful love pierces the heart
As the wind pronounces our names
the mystery of freedom still remains
for love is meant to be free
untamed, ready to break all chains
Alive.
Without inner fight.
means to behold the pristine sky
mesmerized in the reflection of its might
but only with the beauty of an open heart.
HOLI – COLOUR OF LOVE – Poem BY: BK Shradha
HOLI , WE CELEBRATE , THE FESTIVAL OF COLOURS
A TRULY WONDERFUL OCCASION OF REVELERS
DAY TO MEET, TO GREET IS WHAT ALL SAY
LETS GET TO KNOW IN A SPIRITUAL WAY
RED PURPLE ORANGE YELLOW
SPLASHING COLOUR ON EVERY FELLOW
EVEN HE IS HERE TO ENJOY YOUR THEME
FEEL THE COLOUR OF LOVE OF THE SUPREME
NOT JUST COLOURS AND WATER BALLOONS
HAS A MESSAGE TO GIVE LIKE THE SHINNING MOON
IT’S HATRED, VIOLENCE, ANGER ONLY
DAWN IS HERE REMEMBER THE HOLY
FORGET ALL THE FIGHTS AND PAST SORROW
IT REMINDS US OF JOY AND LOVE TO BORROW
TRUE ESSENCE LIES IN UNDERSTANDING EACH OTHER
THEN CELEBRATE EACH DAY NO ONE TO BOTHER
A BONFIRE ON THE EVE OF HOLIKA DAHAN
ANGER PRIDE EGO LUST GREED
TO THE MIND EVERYDAY IS WHAT WE FEED
BURN THEM ALL A STRAIGHT ENTRY TO HEAVEN
PLATES FULL OF LADDOOS MITHAIS WHAT A TREAT !
ALMOST FULL WITH THE HEAVY TASTY SWEET
AM I SWEET IN THOUGHTS WORDS AND ACTIONS ??
HOW DO I EXPECT A FAVOURABLE REACTION ??
I ALSO SEE A HOMONYM HERE ” HOLI HO-LI”
FORGET YOUR PAST AND SET IT FREE
FOR ITS NOTHING BUT A BURDEN OF WASTE
A DECISION THAT WAS TAKEN IN HASTE
The circle of life
The wise in disguise
In the path of life
there is faith followed by ovations
doubts surrounded with plights
but in between; different destinations
Some will take U-turns
to meet the neighbor’s journey,
others will follow their heart
while hearing the inner attorney
rant of not being smart
By choosing “black or white”
we will be blind to colors in the sky
blindness is for those who cannot see
the monochrome of doubts to live high
Love is not just a feeling
but mostly a time for giving
our life treasure to be shared
as you are, completely bared
Dare not to be “normal”
think out of the box
flying away from the flock
it is truly paranormal
The circle of life is our inner travel
the rest is talk and senseless cavil
opening doors or closing windows, is you call
as the time to express our true feelings unfold.
Truth Be Told
Formally Done with Formality, No longer any Commonality
That is part of Duality, Not the Pure Reality
Systems & Customs needed to Re-align
A Stringency No Longer needed in Time
When the Cleansing of past Karmas is through
the day begins anew
Roles & Positions fade Away
when we understand the Wonder of this Play
Going beyond the need to fit or belong
we sing our Own melodious Song
It’s time to grow beyond the illusion
Of half barbaric, half devotion confusion
First waking from deep sleep, then from herded sheep
Keeping distance, to keep a position- that is Old
As this Unlimited Story Unfolds, Let Truth be Told
Exploring the Depth of Living 