Hauntings
These words from the poetry of Jalaluddin Rumi have been haunting my thoughts as of late:
Know this well:
True lovers can never be devout Muslims
In the religion of love there is not room for faith
No room for heresy
No room for reason
No room for self, not even the soul.
Whoever does not know this
Is not a lover.
Hear this if you can:
If you want to reach the Beloved One
You have to go beyond yourself,
Beyond your words,
And when you finally arrive
At this land of absence
Be silent
Don't say a thing
For ecstasy, not words,
Is the language spoken there.
Know this well:
True lovers can never be devout Muslims
In the religion of love there is not room for faith
No room for heresy
No room for reason
No room for self, not even the soul.
Whoever does not know this
Is not a lover.
Hear this if you can:
If you want to reach the Beloved One
You have to go beyond yourself,
Beyond your words,
And when you finally arrive
At this land of absence
Be silent
Don't say a thing
For ecstasy, not words,
Is the language spoken there.
posted by Lynn Bauman at 8:24 AM
1 Comments:
There is a community of the spirit.
Join it, and feel the delight
of walking in the noisy street,
and being the noise.
Drink all your passion,
and be a disgrace.
Close both eyes
to see with the other eye.
Open your hands,
if you want to be held.
Sit down in this circle.
Rumi, from the poem, A Community of the Spirit
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