Thursday, 31 May 2012

As soon as you clear your Rumi

The voice of a saviour 
will shortly be heard 
as soon as you 
clear your hearing 

Don't drink now 
this polluted water
the elixir of life
will soon arrive

If you desire grace
lose your selfish self
till you can taste
the sweet essence

In the blackest
of your moments
wait with no fear

Since the water of life
was found by the Beloved
in the darkest caverns

~ Rumi
Ode (Ghazal) 550
Translated by Nader Khalili
Rumi, Fountain of Fire
Burning Gate Press, Los Angeles, 1994.

Art by Yulia Litvinova

Sweet is the oneness of the Friend with His Rumi

If ten lamps are present in one place,
each differs in form from another;

Yet you can’t distinguish 
whose radiance is whose
when you focus on the light.

In the field of spirit there is no division;
no individuals exist.

Sweet is the oneness
of the Friend with His friends.

hold of spirit.

Help this headstrong
self disintegrate;

That beneath it
you may discover unity,

Like a
buried treasure.

~ Rumi

Get yourself a Rumi

The real fortune and highway of success 
lies in the business 
that comes to you after utter defeat. 

Give up the business that has no reality: 
pay attention, old donkey, get yourself a Beloved.

May none but the Beloved
be your master and captain!

Not the old man
of the rolling sky, Father Time,
but the Beloved of right guidance.

What is required is self-surrender,
not long toil:
it's useless to rush about in error.

From now on I won't seek
the way to the highest heaven:

I will seek the Beloved,
I will seek the Beloved, the Beloved,
the Beloved!

The Beloved
is the ladder to Heaven:

By whom is the arrow made to fly ?
By the bow.

~ Rumi
Mathnawi VI: 4119-4121; 4123-4125
Version by Camille and Kabir Helminski
"Rumi: Jewels of Remembrance"
Threshold Books, 1996

Art by Reza Sepahdari

I know, when my heart steps up to Rumi

I know, 
when my heart steps up to speak,

It soon will 
be openly disgraced.

Obsessed with 
the memory of your beauty,

Your face appears 
with every breath it takes.

~ Rumi 
#465, from Rumi's Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi

In union with Beloved, of what value are signs ? Rumi

In union with Beloved, 
of what value are signs ?

The one who is blind to Essence
sees Divine action through the attributes:
having lost the Essence
he is limited to evidences.

Those who are united with Love
are absorbed in the Essence.

How should they focus
on His qualities ?

When your head is submerged in the sea,
how will your eye fall on the color of the water ?

~ Rumi
Mathnawi II:2811-2814
Version by Camille and Kabir Helminski
“Rumi: Daylight”
Threshold Books, 1994



You are the only One. ~ Rumi

O Friend, 
You made me lovingly

You clothed me
in a robe of skin and blood

Then planted deep inside me
a seed from Your heart.

You turned the whole world
into a sanctuary where

You are the 
only One.

~ Rumi 


Love is a Rumi

Love is a stranger to the two worlds:
in it are seventy-two madnesses.

It is hidden; only its bewilderment is manifest:
the soul of the spiritual sultan longs for it.

Love’s religion is other than the seventy-two sects:
beside it the throne of kings is just a floorboard.

In the moments of sema Love’s bard strikes up the melody:
“Servitude is bondage and power is a headache.”

Then what is Love? The Sea of Not-Being:
there the foot of the intellect is shattered and can no longer swim.

Servitude and sovereignty are known:
the way of the lover is hidden by these two veils.

~ Rumi 

Wednesday, 30 May 2012

The pilgrim sees no Farid ud-Din Attar

The pilgrim sees no form but His and knows
That He subsists beneath all passing shows 

The pilgrim comes from Him whom he can see,
Lives in Him, with Him, and beyond all three.

Be lost in Unity’s inclusive span,
Or you are human but not yet a man.

Whoever lives, the wicked and the blessed,
Contains a hidden sun within his breast

Its light must dawn though dogged by long delay;
The clouds that veil it must be torn away

Whoever reaches to his hidden sun
Surpasses good and bad and knows the One.

The good and bad are here while you are here;
Surpass yourself and they will disappear.

~ Farid ud-Din Attar
from The Conference of the Birds,
Translated by Afkham Darbandi and Dick Davis

Art by Bryan Dechter

No end, no end to the Rumi

No end, no end to the journey
no end, no end never

How can the heart in love
ever stop opening

If you love me,
you won't just die once

In every moment
you will die into me
to be reborn

Into this new love,

Your way begins
on the other side
become the sky

Take an axe
to the prison wall,

Walk out like someone
suddenly born into color
do it now

~ Rumi
From Secret Language:
Rumi A Celebration in Song (Music CD),
by Ramananda


Tuesday, 29 May 2012

My heart will never seek another Rumi

My heart 
will never seek another heart,

Or smell another flower, 
knowing you.

Your love has made
heart's field a desert waste;

No love other than yours
grows in that place !

~ Rumi

We're friends with one Rumi

We're friends with one 
who kills us, 
who gives us to the ocean waves. 

We love this death. 
Only ignorance says, 
Put it off a while, 
day after tomorrow. 

Don't avoid the knife.
This friend only seems fierce,
bringing your soul more range,
perching your falcon
on a cliff of the wind.

Jesus on his cross,
Hallaj on his
those absurd killings
hold a secret.

Cautious cynics know
what they're doing
with every moment and why.

Submit to love without thinking,
as the sun this morning rose recklessly
extinguishing our star-candle minds.

~ Rumi
Version by Coleman Barks
"The Soul of Rumi"
HarperSanFrancisco, 2001 

Monday, 28 May 2012



Closing my eyes I open them inside your Octavio Paz

I turn the page of the day,
writing what I'm told
by the motion of your eyelashes.
the truthfulness of the dark.

I want proofs of darkness, want
to drink the black wine:
take my eyes and crush them.

A drop of night
on your breast's tip:
mysteries of the carnation.

Closing my eyes
I open them inside your eyes.

Always awake
on its garnet bed:
your wet tongue.

There are fountains
in the garden of your veins.

With a mask of blood
I cross your thoughts blankly:
amnesia guides me
to the other side of life.

~ Octavio Paz

Treat me like.....Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga

Treat me like
your favorite book;

Read and reread
line by line
as if you are reading me
for the first time.

Refresh yourself of
my idiosyncrasies,
funny habits and

Glide your hand over
each leaf of paper
caressing and
caring for it,

Careful not to judge
too harshly my ways, and

If by chance some
written incident bleeds
a tear, let it tumble
on the page,

Then slowly
Blot it with a kiss

~ Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga
(Treat me like)

If I knew that today would be the last Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

If I knew that today would be the last time 
I’d see you, 
I would hug you tight 
and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul. 

If I knew that this would be the last time 
you pass through this door,
I’d embrace you, kiss you,
and call you back for one more.

If I knew that this would be the last time
I would hear your voice,
I’d take hold of each word
to be able to hear it over and over again.

If I knew this is the last time
I see you, I’d tell you I love you,
and would not just assume foolishly
you know it already.

~ Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

That knowing can't be gained by Rumi

The Lover said 
to himself, 

"If I'd known the real meaning 
of this being with Beloved, 

how should I have gone
searching for Him ?

But that knowledge
depended on this journeying:

that knowing
can't be gained by thinking,
no matter how precise."

~ Rumi
Mathnawi VI:4183-4184
Version by Camille and Kabir Helminski
"Rumi: Jewels of Remembrance"
Threshold Books, 1996

I wait to be Rumi

When I see you and how you are,
I close my eyes to the other.

For your Solomon's seal 
I become wax
throughout my body. 

I wait to be light.
I give up opinions on all matters.
I become the reed flute for your breath.

You were inside my hand.
I kept reaching around for something.
I was inside your hand,
but I kept asking questions
of those who know very little.

I must have been incredibly simple or drunk or insane
to sneak into my own house and steal money,
to climb over my own fence and take my own vegetables.

But no more.
I have gotten free of that ignorant fist
that was pinching and twisting my secret self.

The universe and the light of the stars
come through me.

I am the crescent moon
put up over the gate
to the festival.

~ Rumi
A Year with Rumi
Daily Readings
By Coleman Barks

Sunday, 27 May 2012

Champion Lovemaker and Leader of Rumi

If you could not feel
tenderness and hurt. 

If you could live in the poorhouse of non-wanting 
and never be indignant. 

If you could take two steps away from the beautiful one 
you want so much to lie down with. 

If you could trust there's a spirit-wife 
for you somewhere, a whole harem of wives, 
a nest, a jewel-setting where 
when you sit down, you know 
you've always wanted to be. 

If you could quit living here and go there. 
If you could remember clearly what you've done. 

But strong hooks hold you in this wind. 
So many people love you, 
you mix with the color and smell and taste of surroundings. 

Champion lovemaker and leader of men! 
You can't give up your public fascination, 
or your compassion for the dying. 

There's another compassion you don't know yet, 
but you may, when griefs disappear. 

It's a place, 
with no questioning thorns in the pasture grass. 

If you could remember you're not a crow, 
but the mystic osprey that never needs to light, 
you could be walking there 
with Beloved. 

~ Rumi 
Ode 959 
Version by Coleman Barks 
"Open Secret - Versions of Rumi" 
Threshold Book, 1984 

When I see your Rumi

When I see your face, 
the stones start spinning.

You appear. 
All studying wanders.
I lose my place.

Water turns pearly.
Fire dies down and does not consume.

In your presence I do not want
what I thought I wanted,
those three little hanging lamps.

Inside your face the ancient manuscripts
seem like rusty mirrors.
You breathe, and new shapes appear.

The music of a desire as widespread as spring
begins to move like a great wagon.

Drive slowly.
Some of us walking alongside are lame.

~ Rumi
A Year with Rumi
Daily Readings
By Coleman Barks

Saturday, 26 May 2012

O Beloved, You are so Hafez

O Beloved,
You are so gracious. 

After all these years
You still remember
who I am:
the one who wears the dust of Your door like a crown. 

Tell me,
who taught You to be so generous to Your slaves? 

O Holy Bird,
please bless this path I’m on,
for I’m new to this traveling,
and it’s a long way I have to go. 

O morning breeze,
take my prayers to the Beloved,
and tell Him that each day
I am on my knees a
t dawn.


Love has Befriended Hafiz so Hafiz

So much from God 

That I can no longer
Myself A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim
A Buddhist, a Jew.

The Truth has shared so much of Itself
With me
That I can no longer call myself
A man, a woman, and angel
Or even pure

Love has
Befriended Hafiz so completely
It has turned to ash
And freed

Of every concept and image
My mind has ever known.

~ Hafiz,
Persian poet (1315 – 1390),
translated by Daniel Lazinsky.

Friday, 25 May 2012

The Drop That Became The Yunus Emre

Dervishood tells me, you cannot become a dervish
So what can I tell you? You cannot become a dervish.

A dervish needs a wounded heart and eyes full of tears.
He needs to be as easy going as a sheep.
You can’t be a dervish.

He must be without hands when someone hits him.
He must be tongueless when cursed.
A dervish needs to be without any desire.
You can’t be a dervish.

You make a lot of sounds with your tongue, meaningful things.
You get angry about this and that.
You can’t be a dervish.

If it were all right to be angry on this path,
Beloved himself would have gotten angry.
Because of your anger, you can’t be a dervish.

Unless you find a real path, unless you find a guide,
unless Truth grants you your portion,
you can’t be a dervish.

Therefore, dervish Yunus, come,
dive into the ocean now and then.
Unless you dive in the ocean, you cannot be a dervish.

The drink sent down from Truth,
we drank it, glory be to God.
And we sailed over the Ocean of Power,
glory be to God.

Beyond those hills and oak woods,
beyond those vineyards and gardens,
we passed in health and joy, glory be to God.

We were dry, but we moistened,
We grew wings and became birds,
we married one another and flew,
glory be to God.

To whatever lands we came,
in whatever hearts, in all humanity,
we planted the meanings Taptuk taught us,
glory be to God.

Come here, let’s make peace,
let’s not be strangers to one another.
We have saddled the horse
and trained it, glory be to God.

We became a trickle that grew into a river.
We took flight and dove into the sea,
and then we overflowed, glory be to God.

We came down to the valley for winter,
we did some good and some bad things.
Now it’s spring and we’ll return, glory be to God.

We became servants at Taptuk’s door.
Poor Yunus, raw and tasteless,
finally got cooked, glory be to God.

~ Yunus Emre
The Drop That Became The Sea
Selected Lyric Poetry of Yunus Emre
by Yunus Emre, Kabir Helminski

Spiritual wine is another substance....BY Rumi

The intellectual quest, 
though fine as pearl or coral,
is not the spiritual search.

The spiritual search is on another level;
spiritual wine is another substance!

The spiritual path wrecks the body
and afterwards restores it to health.

It destroys the house to unearth the treasure
and with that treasure builds it better than before.

~ Rumi
Rumi J. Mathanwi I
translated by C Helmminski, K Helmminski
In: Rumi: Daylight.
Boston, Massachusetts: Shambhala, 1999

Sour, Doughy, Raw, and Rumi

If we are not together in the heart
what is point ?

When body and soul are not dancing,
there is no pleasure in colorful clothing.

Why have cooking pans
if there is no food in the house?

In this world full of fresh bread,
amber, and musk, what are they
to someone with no sense of smell?

If you stay away from fire,
you will remain sour,
doughy, raw, and numb.

You may have lovely just-baked loaves
around you, but those friends cannot help.
You have to feel the oven fire yourself.

~ Rumi
(Sour, Doughy, Raw, and Numb)
A Year with Rumi
Daily Readings
By Coleman Barks

Whatever there is, is only Rumi

Whatever there is, is only He,
your foot steps there in dancing:
The whirling, see, belongs to you,
and you belong to the whirling.

What can I do when Love appears
and puts its claws around my neck?
I grasp it, take it to my breast
and drag it into the whirling!

And when the bosom of the motes
is filled with the glow of the sun,
They enter all the dance, the dance
and do not complain in the whirling.

~ Rumi
Schimmel A. Rumi's World.
The Life and Work of the Great Sufi Poet.
Boston, Massachusetts: Shambhala,2001

Wednesday, 23 May 2012


A hundred flames shine in the Rumi

A hundred flames 
shine in the eyes. 

They come from 
this finest part of the heart 
where fire dwells. 

How strange!
In this burning place

There are so many roses,
so much greenery,
so much jasmine.

Through this fire,
the garden cools down
And water weds the flame.

~ Rumi
Ghazal (Ode) 685
Breathing Truth - Quotations from Jalaluddin Rumi
Selected and Translated by Muriel Maufroy
Sanyar Press - London, 1997

Tuesday, 22 May 2012

There is a life in you, search that Rumi

There is a life in you, 
search that life,

Search the secret jewel 
in the mountain of your body,

Hey you,
the passing away friend,
look for with all your strength,

Whatever you are looking for,
look in yourself not around.

~ Rumi

This is how I would die into the love Rumi

This is how I would die into the love 
I have for you: 
as pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight.

There are no edges to my loving now. 
You've heard it said there’s a window 
that opens from one mind to another,
but if there’s no wall,
there’s no need for fitting
the window, or the latch.

He has said,
‘The images that come with human language
do not correspond to me,
but those who love words must use them to come near.’
Just remember this, it’s like saying of the kind,
‘He is not a weaver.’ Is that praise?
Whatever such a statement is,
words are on that level of God-knowing.

A pearl in the shell does not touch the ocean.
Be a pearl without a shell,
a mindful flooding, candle turned moth,
head become empty jar,
bird settling nest, love lived.

I hear nothing in my ear but your voice.
Heart has plundered mind of all its eloquence.
Love writes a transparent calligraphy,
so on the empty page my soul can read and recollect.

If I had a hundred mouths
I would sing choral praise,
but I have just this solo tongue,
which is timid and confused
with the energy waiting to come through…

I walk awkwardly
but the smoke goes straight up.

~ Rumi

LOVE IS Taylor Swift

It's the first kiss, 
it's flawless, 
it's really something; FEARLESS.

To me, “FEARLESS” is not the absence of fear. 
It’s not being completely unafraid. 
To me, FEARLESS is having fears.
FEARLESS is having doubts.
Lots of them.

To me, FEARLESS is living in spite of those things
that scare you to death.
FEARLESS is falling madly in love again,
even though you’ve been hurt before.

FEARLESS is walking into your freshmen year of high school at fifteen.
FEARLESS is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again… even though every time you’ve tried before, you’ve lost.
It’s FEARLESS to have faith that someday things will change.

FEARLESS is having the courage to say goodbye to someone
who only hurts you, even if you can’t breathe without them.

I think it’s FEARLESS to fall for your best friend,
even though he’s in love with someone else.

And when someone apologizes to you enough times for things they’ll never stop doing,
I think it’s FEARLESS to stop believing them.

It’s FEARLESS to say “you’re NOT sorry”, and walk away.
I think loving someone despite what people think is FEARLESS.

I think allowing yourself to cry on the bathroom floor is FEARLESS.

Letting go is FEARLESS. Then, moving on and being alright…
That’s FEARLESS too.

But no matter what love throws at you, you have to believe in it. You have to believe in love stories and prince charming and happily ever after.
That’s why I write these songs. Because I think love is FEARLESS.

~ Taylor Swift

And I love again and again....:)