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		<title>By: marrob</title>
		<link>http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/2012/11/02/mevlana-jelaluddin-rumi-whoever-finds-love/#comment-80828</link>
		<dc:creator>marrob</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2012 13:42:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What an amazing photo accompanies  the commentary!

It gives  ( me)   a sense of  Shams  wandering off alone in the &#039;icy&#039;
desert, following his mystic dervish nature, while the
spherical   dance of his profound bond with Rumi
whirls eternally overhead. The  Void / Emptiness is overwhelming.

Truly, an image, capturing the imagination can  make
words feel limited .....and limiting.

There is often a  &#039;flow&#039;  that  accompanies the poem,
the  Thought of the Day, the photo, the music &amp; card
selections. And it is  the reader who can pick up  on that
flow ...or not.  Other readers&#039; comments then add to the &#039;flow&#039; . For me this  can  then become  an insightful (and personal) reflective
exercise.  
I appreciate the careful &#039;randomness&#039; that goes  into
the selections that create that &#039;flow&#039;.  

Thank you once again, Ivan and readers.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What an amazing photo accompanies  the commentary!</p>
<p>It gives  ( me)   a sense of  Shams  wandering off alone in the &#8216;icy&#8217;<br />
desert, following his mystic dervish nature, while the<br />
spherical   dance of his profound bond with Rumi<br />
whirls eternally overhead. The  Void / Emptiness is overwhelming.</p>
<p>Truly, an image, capturing the imagination can  make<br />
words feel limited &#8230;..and limiting.</p>
<p>There is often a  &#8216;flow&#8217;  that  accompanies the poem,<br />
the  Thought of the Day, the photo, the music &amp; card<br />
selections. And it is  the reader who can pick up  on that<br />
flow &#8230;or not.  Other readers&#8217; comments then add to the &#8216;flow&#8217; . For me this  can  then become  an insightful (and personal) reflective<br />
exercise.<br />
I appreciate the careful &#8216;randomness&#8217; that goes  into<br />
the selections that create that &#8216;flow&#8217;.  </p>
<p>Thank you once again, Ivan and readers.</p>
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		<title>By: Peg</title>
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		<dc:creator>Peg</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2012 13:02:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I might be misunderstanding where you guys are taking this. For me, I feel more clear about who I am hear on earth. I wonder also, if he is references all those beautiful beings we see as we ascend the ladder of transmutation. I am continually increasing my own clarity, as well as feeling, sensing, experiencing my allness, expansion. With others I can hold my place of neutrality and immense love for each person I meet as I go about my daily experience. If, however, I cannot meet someone from this place, then I know there is something that needs healing within my own self.

Peace and love and thanks for all the thoughts on this poem. Love and light, Peg</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I might be misunderstanding where you guys are taking this. For me, I feel more clear about who I am hear on earth. I wonder also, if he is references all those beautiful beings we see as we ascend the ladder of transmutation. I am continually increasing my own clarity, as well as feeling, sensing, experiencing my allness, expansion. With others I can hold my place of neutrality and immense love for each person I meet as I go about my daily experience. If, however, I cannot meet someone from this place, then I know there is something that needs healing within my own self.</p>
<p>Peace and love and thanks for all the thoughts on this poem. Love and light, Peg</p>
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		<title>By: ebrahim</title>
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		<dc:creator>ebrahim</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2012 11:16:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>stated simply: it is the formless that is the appearance of all the forms. 

every person, every animal. everything. though it is that the conception of the formless is a form in itself. how than is one to regard any further by descriptive word? for words gather what is separated and separate what is gathered. this is so because anything created can not actually transcend itself. at most it can rise to its own high, or low. so one never really reaches god out of oneself, only of oneself. this indicates the truth of the form and the formless being one and the same. just as you are your heart and your heart is you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>stated simply: it is the formless that is the appearance of all the forms. </p>
<p>every person, every animal. everything. though it is that the conception of the formless is a form in itself. how than is one to regard any further by descriptive word? for words gather what is separated and separate what is gathered. this is so because anything created can not actually transcend itself. at most it can rise to its own high, or low. so one never really reaches god out of oneself, only of oneself. this indicates the truth of the form and the formless being one and the same. just as you are your heart and your heart is you.</p>
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		<title>By: Odo</title>
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		<dc:creator>Odo</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2012 03:14:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Rumi:&quot;disappears into emptiness
with a thousand new disguises&quot;
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Your comment:&quot;So, the disguises… Being formless, we still participate in the realm of form, because that is all the realm of form understands. Rather than a trap or a fixed identity, it becomes a game. You pretend to be someone, so other someones can relate to you. You wear masks that suit the situation, and then change them as the situation changes. Yet none of them is “you,” and you know this. Being formless, you can assume any form. You have “a thousand new disguises.”
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What a really wonderful way to interpret this deep poem! But we could still widen the vision if we don&#039;t limit &quot;disguises&quot; to one focal point who puts on differents masks but look at the change of Identification in the way the leaf of a tree could see itself before and after the realization that it is in reality the tree itself. Afterwards its the Tree who says &quot;this leaf is my body, like all the other leaves, I&#039;m all of them, and if I hurt any of them I&#039;m hurting myself.
Love,
Odo</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Rumi:&#8221;disappears into emptiness<br />
with a thousand new disguises&#8221;<br />
&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;<br />
Your comment:&#8221;So, the disguises… Being formless, we still participate in the realm of form, because that is all the realm of form understands. Rather than a trap or a fixed identity, it becomes a game. You pretend to be someone, so other someones can relate to you. You wear masks that suit the situation, and then change them as the situation changes. Yet none of them is “you,” and you know this. Being formless, you can assume any form. You have “a thousand new disguises.”<br />
&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;<br />
What a really wonderful way to interpret this deep poem! But we could still widen the vision if we don&#8217;t limit &#8220;disguises&#8221; to one focal point who puts on differents masks but look at the change of Identification in the way the leaf of a tree could see itself before and after the realization that it is in reality the tree itself. Afterwards its the Tree who says &#8220;this leaf is my body, like all the other leaves, I&#8217;m all of them, and if I hurt any of them I&#8217;m hurting myself.<br />
Love,<br />
Odo</p>
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		<title>By: fran</title>
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		<dc:creator>fran</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2012 02:38:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Imagination feels validated,  form accepts the connection, and attachment to  need , want , desire resolve. Dissovle and resovle into letting go. That was so timely, and I am grateful to Rumi and your comments. Being without form, can create such perspective. Cheers!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Imagination feels validated,  form accepts the connection, and attachment to  need , want , desire resolve. Dissovle and resovle into letting go. That was so timely, and I am grateful to Rumi and your comments. Being without form, can create such perspective. Cheers!</p>
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