Poetry for True Lovers
Lynwood Scott F.
The Inspiration- RUMI
This is a different kind of love- not usually maintained - maybe the most true and pure- the love of something higher than yourself. Rumi was a Sufi Mystic. He wrote mostly about the ecstasy related to the love of god. Now some of his poetry was related to human love- but not the majority. He often wrote about god in the form of a love affair- maybe the ultimate. So this is a favorite poem that I put down by Rumi. My devotion is related to my father who has passed on. Someone I love deeply. Why can't we speak about god as the ultimate lover- creation speaks of his intelligence, thought into every tiny detail of existence- almost like an artist who is so full of passion and creativity when he paints, writes music- it is being caught by a stream of raptureous love-is it not? . If we are extensions of an extreme source of love , then why would be not be in complete rapture when we addressed or realized our source. I think mystery, rapture, bliss and compassion are words that do not give our source the truth/respect it deserves, but they are so much more positive than the Christian rhetoric. (I am not referring to anything like sexual lust- for all you westerners that cannot think outside the box.)
O lovers, lovers it is time
to set out from the world.
I hear a drum in my soul's ear
coming from the depths of the stars,
Our camel driver is at work
the caravan is being readied.
He asks that we forgive him
for the disturbance he has caused us.
He asks why we travelers are asleep.
Everywhere the murmur of departure:
the stars, the candles
thrust at us from behind blue veils.
and as if to make the invisible plain,
a wonderous people have come forth.
The Divani Shamsi Tabriz, XXXVI
Love's Inspiration Written
Dreaming in Two Directions
I keep listening for an echo or a wave
A tiny particle that might have been left behind. .
Circling the cosmos is the only real truth
My spirit travels in limited space
His spirit crosses dimensions
It is not easy to let go
To live in flesh and bone
He relaxes into wonder
The departed flee like birds who fly too high and
Lose sight of earth
Their silhouette speaks to us
It is not enough
Listen like a hunter
Divine rhythms echo in the wild mist
Of my mind
I let my heart regain its balance but
Our beloved took the rhythm with him.
I have to learn to play a
different part of my heart
The beat is strange and awkward.
Invisible gestures stream across the cosmos
His thoughts are light and fast
The nature of him is too wide for words
And we spin on and on
Whirling through times tunnel
Non-physical beings smile and
A butterfly flutters
A monsoon of emotion moves through my soul
his soul explodes with love
The Grand dreamer ‘s dreams in both