Jalal-ud-Din Rumi (September 30,1207 – December 17, 1273) was a Persian poet and mystic. His prose expresses both the longing for and joy of union with perfect, infinite Love.
Who has not experienced longing? We long for a person, a feeling. We crave an object or a substance. And yet nothing we obtain can fill that longing for but a moment because what we seek is not of this world.
What we really long for is re-union with our Source. We have within us a faint memory of perfect peace and utter bliss or we would not crave it.
Listen carefully to Rumi’s words and you will hear the same song being sung by your soul.
From Rumi: The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing translation by Coleman Barks, John Moyne, Nevit Ergin, Reynold Nicholson, M.G.Gupta
Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives.
Philosophers have said that we love music because it resembles the sphere sounds of union.
We’ve been part of a harmony before, so these moments of treble and bass keep our remembering fresh.
Knock on the inner door, no other.
There is a fountain inside you.
Don’t walk around with an empty bucket.
A little while alone in your room will prove more valuable
than anything else that could ever be given you.
Hear the passage into silence and be that.
The following are lines are taken from www.dailyom.com/mycourses, translations by Andrew Harvey
We are darkness and God is Light;
This house receives
all splendor from the Sun
Here, the Light is mingled with shadow.
Do you want your light totally pure?
Leave the house and climb onto the roof.
Go on a journey from self to Self, my friend…
Such a journey transforms the earth into a mine of gold.
Whatever you know, or don’t only Love is real.
Run forward, the way will spring open to you
Be destroyed, you’ll be flooded with life
Humble yourself, you’ll grow greater than the world
Yourself will be revealed to you, without you.
If anyone had once, even once, glimpsed Your Face of Lightning,
They’d spend every second stammering Your Praise.
Each moment, like the angels, they’d offer their heart to Your Fire,
Each moment, like the angels, they’d be reborn in You.
You are ‘there’, I ‘here’.
Worlds separate us,
Yet I say your name and waves of Light
Wash to me silently from your Heart.
There are a myriad of different ways to search, but the object of the search is always the same.
The roads are different; the goal is one.
When people reach the goal, all quarrels or disputes that flared along the road are resolved.
Those who yelled at each other along the road, “You are wrong!” or “You are a blasphemer!” forget all possible differences when they reach the goal.
There all hearts sing in unison.