{"id":6762,"date":"2020-03-13T08:12:06","date_gmt":"2020-03-13T15:12:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/?p=6762"},"modified":"2020-03-13T08:12:06","modified_gmt":"2020-03-13T15:12:06","slug":"mevlana-jelaluddin-rumi-like-this","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/2020\/03\/13\/mevlana-jelaluddin-rumi-like-this\/","title":{"rendered":"Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi – Like This"},"content":{"rendered":"

Like This
\nby Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

English version by Jonathan Star<\/font><\/p>\n

If someone asks,
\n\u201cWhat does perfect beauty look like?\u201d
\nShow him your own face and say,
\nLike this.<\/p>\n

If someone asks,
\n\u201cWhat does an angel\u2019s wing look like?\u201d \u2014 smile.
\nIf he asks about divine fragrance
\nPull him close, his face in your hair,
\nLike this.<\/p>\n

If someone asks,
\n\u201cHow did Jesus bring the dead back to life?\u201d \u2014
\nDon\u2019t say a word \u2014
\njust kiss him softly on the cheek,
\nLike this.<\/p>\n

If someone asks,
\n\u201cHow does it feel to be slain by love?\u201d
\nClose your eyes and tear open your shirt,
\nLike this.<\/p>\n

If someone asks about my stature,
\nStare into space with your eyes wide open,
\nLike this.<\/p>\n

The soul enters one body, then another.
\nIf someone argues about this
\nEnter my house and wave him good-bye,
\nLike this.<\/p>\n

I am the storehouse of all pleasure,
\nI am the pain of self-denial.
\nTo see me, lower your eyes to the ground
\nThen raise them up to heaven,
\nLike this.<\/p>\n

Only the gentle breeze
\nKnows the secret of union.
\nListen as it whispers a song to every heart,
\nLike this.<\/p>\n

If someone asks,
\nHow does a servant attain the glory of God?
\nBecome the shining candle
\nThat every eye can see,
\nLike this.<\/p>\n

I asked about Joseph\u2019s perfume
\nWhich rode the wind from city to city \u2014
\nIt was your scent
\nBlowing in from God\u2019s perfect world,
\nLike this.<\/p>\n

I asked how Joseph\u2019s perfume
\nGave sight to the blind \u2014
\nIt was your breeze
\nClearing the darkness from my eyes,
\nLike this.<\/p>\n

Perhaps Shams will be generous
\nAnd fill our hearts with love.
\nPerhaps he will raise one eyebrow
\nAnd cast us a glance,
\nLike this.<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/a> \u2014 from Rumi: In the Arms of the Beloved<\/a>, by Jonathan Star<\/font><\/p>\n


\/ Image by Fadzly Mubin<\/a> \/<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

I was considering holding off on sending out a poem this week. I\u2019ve been busy with my day job and rather tired, but mostly there are such important concerns demanding our attention \u2014 people are anxious about the coronavirus pandemic and, in the US, the elections. I don\u2019t want to ignore these issues and share poems that can feel disconnected from people\u2019s real worries.<\/p>\n

Of course, poetry, especially sacred poetry, is not disconnected or merely ornamental. Poetry speaks to the heart of the matter much better than any headline. Poetry reminds us of our humanity\u2026 and our divinity. It is an exploration of feeling and perception and reality. It leads us into an open field with unanticipated possibilities. It is our companion in grief and fear, and it gives us words for our exultation and raptures. Poetry allows us to be more fully ourselves. It invites us to fill out our lives with a richer sense of who we are.<\/p>\n

So more poetry not less.<\/p>\n

Like this.<\/p>\n

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Have a beautiful weekend. Be appropriately aware and cautious, but don\u2019t give in to paranoia. The real sickness being spread by this disease is a breakdown of human connection within society. Find a healthy balance that keeps a warm, supportive sense of community alive.<\/p>\n


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<\/a>Recommended Books: Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n\n

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<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
The Longing in Between: Sacred Poetry from Around the World (A Poetry Chaikhana Anthology)<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nPoetry for the Spirit: Poems of Universal Wisdom and Beauty<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nThis Dance of Bliss: Ecstatic Poetry from Around the World<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nMusic of a Distant Drum: Classical Arabic, Persian, Turkish & Hebrew Poems<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nPerfume of the Desert: Inspirations from Sufi Wisdom<\/a><\/small><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
More Books >><\/a><\/i><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

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\n\"Mevlana<\/a>\n<\/td>\n\nMevlana Jelaluddin Rumi<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

Afghanistan & Turkey (1207 \u2013 1273) Timeline<\/a>
\nMuslim \/ Sufi<\/a><\/a>
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Rumi was a war refugee and an asylum seeker. He was born in Balkh, in what is today Afghanistan. While he was still a child his family moved all the way to Konya in Asia Minor (Turkey). They moved to flee from Mongol invaders who were beginning to sweep into Central Asia. Konya, far to the west of the invaded territories, became one of the major destinations for expatriates to settle, turning the city into a cosmopolitan center of culture, education, and spirituality. (These lands were part of the Persian Empire, so, while he lived most of his life in what is today called Turkey, culturally he was Persian.) <\/p>\n

In fact, Rumi wasn\u2019t the only famous Sufi teacher living in Konya at the time. The best known spiritual figure in Konya at the time was not Rumi, but the son-in-law of the greatly respected Sufi philosopher ibn \u2018Arabi. The wonderful Sufi poet Fakhruddin Iraqi also lived in Konya at the same time as Rumi.<\/p>\n

\u201cRumi\u201d was not his proper name; it was more of a nickname. Rumi means literally \u201cThe Roman.\u201d Why the Roman? Asia Minor (Turkey) was referred to as the land of the Rum, the Romans. The Byzantine Empire, which had only recently been pushed back to a small area of control around Constantinople, was still thought of as the old Eastern Roman Empire. Rumi was nicknamed the Roman because he lived in what was once the Eastern Roman Empire. \u2026But not everyone calls him Rumi. In Afghanistan, where he was born, they call him Balkhi, \u201cthe man from Balkh,\u201d to emphasize his birth in Afghanistan.<\/p>\n

Rumi\u2019s father was himself a respected religious authority and spiritual teacher. Rumi was raised and educated to follow in his father\u2019s footsteps. And, in fact, Rumi inherited his father\u2019s religious school. But this was all along very traditional lines. Rumi was already a man with religious position when he first started to experience transcendent states of spiritual ecstasy. This created a radical upheaval, not only in himself, but also within his rather formal spiritual community as everyone tried to adjust to their leader\u2019s transformation.<\/p>\n

One more note about Rumi\u2019s father: It was only after his death that some of the father\u2019s private writings were discovered, revealing that he himself was also a profound mystic, though he had kept this part of himself private, apparently even from his son Rumi.<\/p>\n

Many of Rumi\u2019s poems make reference to the sun. This always has layered meaning for Rumi since he was deeply devoted to his spiritual teacher Shams of Tabriz\u2026 as the name Shams means \u201cthe sun.\u201d The sun for Rumi becomes the radiance of God shining through his beloved teacher.<\/p>\n

The spiritual bond between Rumi and Shams was profound, but the two individuals were very different. Rumi was a member of the educated elite within the urban expatriate community, while Shams was a poor wandering mystic who rarely stayed in one place long. Shams would often disappear unexpectedly, then return months later. Many of Rumi\u2019s family and students were jealous of Shams, resenting the closeness he shared with their master. Finally, Shams disappeared, never to return. Some believe that he was actually kidnapped and murdered, possibly by Rumi\u2019s own sons! Or he may have simply followed his dervish nature and journeyed on, never to return to Konya.<\/p>\n

You\u2019ve heard of \u201cwhirling dervishes,\u201d right? Not all Sufis practice that spinning meditative dance. That is specific to the Mevlana Sufis, founded by \u2014 yes, Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi. The story is told that Rumi would circle around a column, while ecstatically reciting his poetry. The spinning is a meditation on many levels. It teaches stillness and centeredness in the midst of movement. One hand is kept raised to receive from heaven, the other hand is kept lowered to the earth, thus the individual becomes a bridge joining heaven and earth.<\/p>\n

More poetry by Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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