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Rated Feb 27 2009 • 4 reviews • islam, poetry, sufism, love, rumi • studentpoint.org

Rumi's Life 1.Titles Read 2.Ancestry Read 3.Rumi's marriage Read 4.Dwelling in Konya Read 5.Rumi's works Read 6.Commentaries on the Mesnevi Read 7.The Mesnevi Read Click for Others Rumi's Personality and Views

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The Reflection Cafe: "The New Rule"

Rated Jan 01 2009 • 1 review • photography, rumi, poetry, love • reflectioncafe.net

THE NEW RULE

It's the old rule that drunks have to argue
and get into fights.
The lover is just as bad. he falls into a hole.
But down in that hole he finds something shining,
worth more than any amount of money or power.

Last night the moon came dropping its clothes in the street.
I took it as a sign to start singing,
falling up into the bowl of sky.
The bowl breaks. Everywhere is falling everywhere.
Nothing else to do.

Here's the new rule: break the wineglass,
and fall toward the glassblower's breath.

Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
Your covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you've died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.
The speechless full moon
comes out now.

"I used to want buyers for my words.
Now I wish someone would buy me away from words.

I've made a lot of charmingly profound images,
scenes with Abraham, and Abraham's father, Azar,
who was also famous for icons.

I'm so tired of what I've been doing.

Then one image without form came,
and I quit.

Look for someone else to tend the shop.
I'm out of the image-making business.

Finally I know the freedom
of madness.

A random image arrives. I scream,
"Get out!" It disintegrates.

Only love.
Only the holder the flag fits into,
and wind. No flag. "


From Rumi - Selected Poems Translated by Coleman Barks with John Moyne.

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The Reflection Cafe: The Meaning of Love

Rated Dec 02 2008 • 0 reviews • photography, rumi, poetry, sufism, love • reflectioncafe.net

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mid june climbing red rose on Flickr - Photo Sharing!

Rated Dec 02 2008 • 1 review • photography, rumi, poetry, sufism, love • flickr.com

The Meaning of Love

Both light and shadow
are the dance of Love.

Love has no cause;
it is the astrolabe of God's secrets.

Lover and Loving are inseparable
and timeless.

Although I may try to describe Love
when I experience it I am speechless.

Although I may try to write about Love
I am rendered helpless;
my pen breaks and the paper slips away
at the ineffable place
where Lover, Loving and Loved are one.

Every moment is made glorious
by the light of Love.

Rumi
poetseers.org/the_poetseers/love/17/ [poetseers.org/the_poetseers/love/17/]


When the Rose is gone

When the rose is gone and the garden faded
you will no longer hear the nightingale's song.
The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.
The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.
If love withholds its strengthening care,
the lover is left like a bird without care,
the lover is left like a bird without wings.
How will I be awake and aware
if the light of the Beloved is absent?
Love wills that this Word be brought forth

Rumi
poetseers.org/the_poetseers/love/5 [poetseers.org/the_poetseers/love/5]


Love

Are you fleeing from Love because of a single humiliation?
What do you know of Love except the name?
Love has a hundred forms of pride and disdain,
and is gained by a hundred means of persuasion.
Since Love is loyal, it purchases one who is loyal:
it has no interest in a disloyal companion.
The human being resembles a tree; its root is a covenant with God:
that root must be cherished with all one's might.
A weak covenant is a rotten root, without grace or fruit.
Though the boughs and leaves of the date palm are green,
greenness brings no benefit if the root is corrupt.
If a branch is without green leaves, yet has a good root,
a hundred leaves will put forth their hands in the end.

Rumi
poetseers.org/the_poetseers/love/10 [poetseers.org/the_poetseers/love/10]

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Cedar Creek Grist Mill on Flickr - Photo Sharing!

Rated Sep 22 2008 • 1 review • photography, poetry, sufism • flickr.com

Forget every idea of right and wrong
Any classroom ever taught you

Because
An empty heart, a tormented mind,
Unkindness, jealousy and fear

Are always the testimony
You have been completely fooled!

Turn your back on those
Who would imprison your wondrous spirit
With deceit and lies.

Come, join the honest company
Of the King's beggars -
Those gamblers, scoundrels and divine clowns
And those astonishing fair courtesans
Who need Divine Love every night.

Come, join the courageous
Who have no choice
But to bet their entire world
That indeed,
Indeed, God is Real.

I will lead you into the Circle
Of the Beloved's cunning thieves,
Those playful royal rogues -
The ones you can trust for true guidance -
Who can aid you
In this Blessed Calamity of life.

Hafiz,
Look at the Perfect One
At the Circle's Center:

He Spins and Whirls like a Golden Compass,
Beyond all that is Rational,

To show this dear world

That Everything,
Everything in Existence
Does point to God.

Hafiz, Sufi Poet-14th century Iran
poetseers.org/the_poetseers/hafiz/i_heard_god_laughing_hafiz/a_golden_compa... [poetseers.org/the_poetseers/hafiz/i_heard_god_laughing_hafiz/a_golden_compa...]

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A song from autumn on Flickr - Photo Sharing!

Rated Sep 22 2008 • 0 reviews • photography, poetry, sufism, love • flickr.com

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Emerald Falls on Flickr - Photo Sharing!

Rated Sep 22 2008 • 1 review • photography, poetry, sufism, love • flickr.com

There are different wells within your heart.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that.

In one well
You have just a few precious cups of water,
That "love" is literally something of yourself,
It can grow as slow as a diamond
If it is lost.

Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a
Stranger,
Only to someone
Who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.

There are different wells within us.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far, far too deep
For that.

Hafiz, Sufi Poet-14th century Iran
poetseers.org/the_poetseers/hafiz/gift/some_fill_with_each_good_rain/docume... [poetseers.org/the_poetseers/hafiz/gift/some_fill_with_each_good_rain/docume...]

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Fall colors along the Historic Highway on Flickr - Photo...

Rated Sep 22 2008 • 3 reviews • photography, poetry, sufism, love • flickr.com

I haven't come here to settle down.
I've come here to depart.
I am a merchant with lots of goods,
selling to whoever will buy.
I didn't come to create any problems,
I'm only here to love.
A Heart makes a good home for the Friend.
I've come to build some hearts.
I'm a little drunk from this Friendship-
Any lover would know the shape I'm in.
I've come to exchange my twoness,
to dissapear in One.
He is my teacher. I am His servant.
I am a nightingale in His garden.
I've come to the Teacher's garden
to be happy and die singing.
They say "Souls which know each other here,
know each other there."
I've come to know a Teacher
and to show myself as I am.

Yunus Emre, Sufi Poet-13th century Anatolia
poetseers.org/spiritual_and_devotional_poets/sufi/yunus-emre/come-to-depart... [poetseers.org/spiritual_and_devotional_poets/sufi/yunus-emre/come-to-depart...]

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