Feb 11 2009

Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi – Today, like every other day

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Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
by Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi

English version by Coleman Barks

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down the dulcimer.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

— from Open Secret: Versions of Rumi, Translated by Coleman Barks / Translated by John Moyne

/ Photo by koshyk /

I’m back. (I took an extra day to make room for the full moon and eclipse. Don’t want to mess with those… 🙂

I want to thank everyone for the many thoughtful emails and blog comments. I was profoundly moved by the number and warmth of the messages. Although I wasn’t able to respond individually to everyone, I read every note.

To express my heartfelt thanks, I am sending you this Valentine’s Day card:


Many blessings!


PS – My dog, Koda, is shredding paper he’s stolen from the recycle bin. A comment on my recent writing activities…?

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Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi was born in Balkh, in what is now Afghanistan, on September 30, 1207. When he was still a young man, though, his family fled under the threat of a Mongol invasion, and after much traveling, finally settled in Konya, Turkey. The name Rumi means “the Roman,” that is, “from Roman Anatolia.”

Rumi followed the line of his father and his ancestors – scholars, theologians, and jurists. Until the age of thirty-seven he seems to have been a conventional teacher under the royal patronage. In 1244 he met the wandering dervish, Shams of Tabriz. This recognition strengthened and galvanized his belief. His poetry filled with a longing to be the Friend, and close presence he first saw in Shams, later in Saladin Zarkub, the goldsmith, still later in his scribe, Husam. Rumi died December 17, 1273. During the last thirty years of his life he became a brilliant unfolding of that recognition, and a cause of its incandescence in others.

— from Open Secret: Versions of Rumi

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5 responses so far

5 Responses to “Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi – Today, like every other day”

  1. amberon 11 Feb 2009 at 12:03 pm

    hi Ivan,am glad u r feeling better.its great reading ur stuff.am all the was in peshawar,pakistan…and life is quite uncertain nowadays.so ur nice selection is a great gift.stay well.

  2. Brenda Lymanon 11 Feb 2009 at 2:24 pm

    Welcome back. I was sad to hear read about your health. Everyday I enjoy your selection of beautiful words – share some of your own work…Best to you. Brenda

  3. Michael Youngon 11 Feb 2009 at 3:18 pm

    Hi Ivan,
    Glad you are back. Your silence was profound, as is this selection.
    Rumi is #1 on the Top 10 Hits list as far as I am concerned.
    My wife and I met at a poetry conference with Robert Bly and
    Coleman Barks. Of course, Rumi played a prominent part.
    “God is Love, lover and beloved,”
    Be well. Michael

  4. Myrna Foleyon 11 Feb 2009 at 7:13 pm

    So So happy your feeling better. Missed the gifts of grace you offer more than you know. With all good wishes.

  5. aparnaon 11 Feb 2009 at 11:39 pm

    Really glad you’re back.
    Isn’t it amazing how we can miss parts of our life which are merely virtual!!
    Is it that this net (internet) too binds us… with some invisible chords maybe!!!

    Please stay healthy.

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