Rumi The Poet
The Illuminated Rumi
I love Rumi's poetry It has inspired me to like no other poet's poetry.
Who is he?
Jelaluddin Rumi was born in the region today known as Afghanistan in 1207. His family fled the Mogul invasion to Konya, Turkey where he spent most of his life.
Rumi following in his fathers ancestral line became a scholar until his meeting with the wandering dervish, Shams of Tabriz.
I am a poet and am drawn to Rumi's poetry like no other. There is something about what he speaks about in his poetry that I relate to, a language in his writings that I understand, that captures me. His passion, his love, his knowledge of the self attracts me and pulls me in. It speaks to my soul. Perhaps you too will fall in with Rumi's poetry as I have.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field.
I'll meet you there.
“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.
I have phrases and whole pages memorized,
but nothing can be told of love.
My favorite book of his poetry is: The Illuminted Rumi by Coleman Barks.
It is inspirational and beautifully illustrated. This is a great coffee table book and where I keep mine.
“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?
You feel the separation
from the Beloved.
Invite Him to fill you up,
embrace the fire.
Remind those who tell you otherwise that
Love
comes to you of its own accord,
and the yearning for it
cannot be learned in any school
will drink wine night and day.
They will drink until they can
tear away the veils of intellect and
melt away the layers of shame and modesty.
When in Love,
body, mind, heart and soul don't even exist.
Become this,
fall in Love, and you will not be separated again.
Soul receives from soul that knowledge,
therefore not by book nor from tongue.
If knowledge of mysteries come after
emptiness of mind, that is illumination of heart.
Everything in the universe is within you.
Ask all from yourself.
The Illuminated Rumi
“I have this book and love it. It is a great coffee table book and is filled with the inspirations of Rumi
Whatever pearl you seek,
look for the pearl within the pearl!
Love poems of Rumi - Deepak Chopra
I have this one and it is one of my favorites to read, full of love poems that sing to my heart
"Let the beauty of what you love be what you do."
"Speak a new language
so that the world will be a new world."
"Love is the Water of Life."
"Gamble everything for love, if you're a true human being."
"Love rests on no foundation. It is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end."
My Poetry
Inspired by Rumi
Here is some samples of my poetry that Rumi's poetry inspired in me:
The Collective
Beauty becomes me
In the mystery of my soul
I hunger for what is not
Touched with the human hand
The mystical revelation
The shaman's song
The connection
We all long for
In this dance of intimacy
The learning
I discover
The many parts that make the whole
Encompassing the heart
Of humanity
In the palm of my hand
I reach the destination
Reborn by this epiphany
That deep down
In the center
Of myself
Is
All others
September
Tonight
You come
Full of kisses
A smile painted
On your face
Laughing
Singing
Happy
Open-hearted
My heart sings
To the sea
The songbird's majesty
Happiness
I love you
Lying here next to me
Outside
The sun had set
Inside
With you
The sun still
Danced
Across the sky
The Soul of Rumi
Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.
Do you like Rumi's poetry?
The poem on this poster is my poem " Endless Beauty". Rumi is my inspiration.
Here is one of my favorites
“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.
I have phrases and whole pages memorized,
but nothing can be told of love.
There is some kiss we want with
our whole lives, the touch of
spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.
And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling! At
night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its
face against mine. Breathe into
me. Close the language- door and
open the love window. The moon
won't use the door, only the window.
Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy,
absentminded. Someone sober
will worry about things going badly.
Let the lover be.
You must wait until you and I
are living together.
In the conversation we'll have
then...be patient...then.
Rumi, the book of love
Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.
A Year of Rumi - Daily readings
The heart has its own language.
The heart knows a hundred thousand
ways to speak.
