Seven Hundred Years…

On The Music Box: Mercan Dede

Sunday was Rumi’s 700th Birthday, so with a bit of prompting from Mike Crowley, I put this together to celebrate…

Hope You enjoy!
Gwyllm
The Poetry of Rumi – Coleman Barks & Robert Bly perform

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Never be without remembrance of Him,

for His remembrance

gives strength and wings

to the bird of the Spirit.

If that objective of yours

is fully realized, that is

“Light upon Light”…
…But at the very least, by

practicing God’s remembrance

your inner being

will be illuminated

little by little and

you will achieve

some measure of detachment

from the world.


“One went to the door of the Beloved and

knocked. A voice asked, ‘Who is there?’

He answered, ‘It is I.’
The voice said, ‘There is no room for Me and Thee.’

The door was shut.
After a year of solitude and deprivation he returned and knocked.

A voice from within asked, ‘Who is there?’

The man said, ‘It is Thee.’

The door was opened for him.”


Thou and I
Joyful the moment when we sat in the bower, Thou and I;

In two forms and with two faces – with one soul, Thou and I.
The colour of the garden and the song of the birds give the elixir of immortality

The instant we come into the orchard, Thou and I.
The stars of Heaven come out to look upon us –

We shall show the moon herself to them, Thou and I.
Thou and I, with no ‘Thou’ or ‘I’, shall become one through our tasting;

Happy, safe from idle talking, Thou and I.
The spirited parrots of heaven will envy us –

Wen we shall laugh in such a way, Thou and I.
This is stranger, that Thou and I, in this corner here…

Are both in one breath here and there – Thou and I.

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.


Spring Giddiness
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty

and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study

and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.

There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
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 would love to kiss you.

The price of kissing is your life.

Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,

What a bargain, let’s buy it.
Daylight, full of small dancing particles

and the one great turning, our souls

are dancing with you, without feet, they dance.

Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
All day and night, music,

a quiet, bright

reedsong. If it

fades, we fade.

Art as Flirtation and Surrender
In your light I learn how to love.

In your beauty, how to make poems.

You dance inside my chest,

where no one sees you,

but sometimes I do,

and that sight becomes this art.

Love Dogs

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