It likes cookbooks. I like to watch the changing moods and nuances of falling in and out of love, and so does Rumi. He sees the beauty and importance of any- thing human beings do, no matter how scandalous or vio- lent.
The slipping and sliding around sex, the posturing of combatants prior to combat. But he always uses human incident as a lens to look into soul growth. Still come, and yet again, come. Rumi was an enlightened lover, a true human being, realized, whatever you want to call those who get to be deeply themselves. I had a dream once where I felt the grace of a continuing connection with my teacher, Bawa Muhaiyaddeen, who told me to do this Rumi work. Bawa was also a true human being.
My advice with this book, then, is to try, as he says, to listen for the xiv Connect there with an open heart, and follow the oceanfrog if he starts for home. I taught school, and now the retirement and the social security are enough. I wait for the next poem. That keeps me going, what Robert Bly calls the honey of words.
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The taste and the taste again. Though that sounds a little too pure. I want recognition and reward as much as anyone. And to be absolutely clear, neither this book nor its title was my idea. My editors at Harper San Francisco, and my agent, suggested the project.
There are flowers here certainly. The sweetness in much of Rumi is undeniable. I once calculated that Rumi books sell at least a hun- dred a day right through weekends and holidays, while my own writing goes at about twelve copies a month, world- wide. Those numbers keep me humble.
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I am just about the humblest person one could ever meet. And I do look at the dotcom numbers. Oh, what is so tiresome and fatuous as a mys- tic poet talking sales and mixed motivation? I do not know. Where is Jim Dickey when we need him. But listen. I have thought of a wisdom. Sew that on a sampler and hang it in the kitchen.
Rumi lets them pour through as a beauty we are, and a kind of a home too. Introduction: The Magnificent Regions of the Heart In certain places and times the current of mystical aware- ness runs deep and strong, more so than in others. Among the Greeks in the sixth century B.
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Jesus and the desert fathers. The Hassidic masters in Poland and Russia in the seven- teenth and eighteenth centuries and the Zen masters in Japan during the same period were also part of an inexpli- cable flooding. In the Persian empire from the eleventh to the four- teenth century a brilliant flowering of awareness came among the Sufis, and especially the poets. Jelaluddin Rumi — was one of those conductors of knowing and being.
Sufis call Rumi the Qutb, the pole, of love.
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Gilani d. Through Rumi comes a transmission of the divine to this planet in the regions of love. His poetry is a record of his enduring the experience of living at the core. In each human being there is a meeting with the divine. That intersection is the heart.
Sometimes we sense that love is our expertise, despite the obviously murderous bent of these days and hours. Still, we do love in many different ways. Let me count them. There are as many ways of loving as there are people, and that wildflower variety is the great beauty of xvii I had a dream once where I saw a blue tinge to everything, and I knew, I felt, how the blueness was love. Rumi says, Fall in love in such a way that it frees you from any connecting. Some of his lines have been put in songs.
There is a grief of separation in them, but the words come from a different region than popular lyrics. There is plenty. The love that Rumi and Shams move into, though, includes those dimensions and moves through them to what Sufis call the qalb. I have no synonym for that, and perhaps not much experience of it, though I met one who lives there, Bawa Muhaiyaddeen. I am no great sheikhs of a lover myself. I get mean and jealous, distracted and forgetful. At the end of his life Ouspensky told J.
The refreshment of dreamless sleep when we are, xviii We are here, then, but with no awareness of being here. Everything interpenetrates in the ecstatic core where heart-vision begins. A bowl falls from the roof. This is not theoretical. It is the practical and experiential love that annihilates, and the most ineffable of experiences, if there can be degrees of unsayableness. The love way is not religious.
It is rather the origin and the longing inside religiousness. When we bow to each other, feet become head in a circle. No one could tell with Rumi and Shams who was teacher and who the student. Lover, beloved, and love became one thing with them. Images of transparency and particles, light upon light, the candle at noon, occur, images of breath merging with sky. We are sleeping and wake inside another sleep; we wake again, and on. Each region of love leads to the unfolding.
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There may seem to be a kind of progress to this book, from spontaneous wandering to the lord of the heart, but it might just as easily be reversed, or put in any number of sequences. The heart with its many regions moves more xix Areas of energy in the poetry merge with one another as layers of ocean, or as the mysterious workings of soil in a field, or the draining slant of a mountainside. But as Rumi himself says hundreds of times, there is little one can say about love. In following the peculiar weight and strength in his knees, he belongs to that world in which height is depth.
This is the night of radiant depth unfolded. It is celebrated as his union with the divine. They also read Sanai and Attar together, and Burhan led the young Rumi on several con- secutive chillas, forty-day fasting retreats. Burhan was him- self an eccentric hermit majestically unconcerned with beliefs and lineages.
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