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Posted by Jakeman on June 20, 2006, at 0:55:32
The guest house~
This human being is a guest house
Every morning a new arrival.A joy, a depression, a meaness.
some momentary awareness comes as
an unexpected visitor.Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows
who sweep you house empty of its furniture,
Still treat each guest honorably.He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing
And invite them in.Be grateful for whoever comes,
Because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
Posted by pegasus on June 20, 2006, at 9:07:06
In reply to trying to deal with emotions- Rumi's take, posted by Jakeman on June 20, 2006, at 0:55:32
Oh, I *love* Rumi. I used to never understand what he was trying to say. But now that I've studied some eastern religions a little bit, he makes beautiful sense to me. Usually by knocking my usual perceptions off kilter a bit. I have two other of his poem fragments on the wall in my office:
"Stop the words now.
Open the window in the center of your chest,
And let the spirits fly in and out."and
"I have lived on the lip of insanity,
Wanting to know reasons, knocking on the door.
It opens.
I've been knocking from the inside!"peg
Posted by gardenergirl on June 20, 2006, at 9:58:19
In reply to Re: trying to deal with emotions- Rumi's take, posted by pegasus on June 20, 2006, at 9:07:06
I'll have to check out more. Wonderful words to remember. Thanks Jakeman and pegasus for posting them.
gg
Posted by Jakeman on June 20, 2006, at 19:39:11
In reply to trying to deal with emotions- Rumi's take, posted by Jakeman on June 20, 2006, at 0:55:32
pegasus, gardengirl:
Thanks for y'all's comments. I've been inspired greatly by Rumi and it always seems that he has an unlying message to have compassion for yourself. I'll probably be working on that one for a while. If you ever have a chance to see Coleman Barks read Rumi (and Coleman's poems) I'd strongly encourage it.
warm regards, Jake
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> This human being is a guest house
> Every morning a new arrival.
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> A joy, a depression, a meaness.
> some momentary awareness comes as
> an unexpected visitor.
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Posted by Jakeman on June 20, 2006, at 19:51:52
In reply to Re: trying to deal with emotions- Rumi's take, posted by Jakeman on June 20, 2006, at 19:39:11
Rumi is the largest sellest poet in both America and Islamic countries. Gives me some hope...
Warm regards, Jake
Posted by Declan on June 21, 2006, at 19:34:12
In reply to One other comment..., posted by Jakeman on June 20, 2006, at 19:51:52
Human Honesty
They were outdoors in some sort of fake
spiritual state, the hypocrite
and his friend, the mayor.It was midnight, and raining.
A wolf appeared on the edge of the hill.
The mayor let fly an arrow that felled the wolf,
who moaned and f*rted
and died.The hypocrite yelled, "You've killed my donkey.
I know my donkey's f*rts as well as I know
water from wine.""Not so. I shot a wolf.
Go and see. It's too dark to tell anything
from here.""Among twenty f*rts from twenty animals,
I would know the wind from my young donkey.
Some things I know perfectly.""You imposter!
In the rain, at midnight, at fifty yards,
you can distinguish one f*rt from another!
You didn't even recognise me today,
And we've known each other for ten years!
You're just pretending with this God-drunkenness too,
so you'll be excused for other forgetfulnesses,
as a child is, or someone who's truly dissolved
in that Joy. You're not. You're too proud
of your 'dervishhood',and your cries
of 'selfless surrender'.
'O, both worlds are here
I can't tell which is which! My donkey's f*rts
prove the sensitivity of my state!'"This is the way
hypocrisy gets exposed. Anyone who claims,
"I am the Keeper of the Doorway", will be tested
by the Adepts, as when some guy claims to be a tailor
and the King throws down a piece of satin,
"Make me a vest".The Wine God loves is human honesty
That hypocrite had been drinking
buttermilk. He was saying, "Leave me alone
in my bewilderment. I don't know a hatchet
from a key. I am Junaid. I am Bestami!"
Spiritual sloth and spiritual greed
will not stay hidden.If you pretend to be Hallaj
and with that fake-burning
set fire to your friends,
don't think you are a Lover.You're crazy and numb,
You're drinking too much blood,
and you have no experience
of the Nearness.It would be nice to know what all the associations mean.
Declan
Posted by Jakeman on June 21, 2006, at 20:23:04
In reply to One I liked » Jakeman, posted by Declan on June 21, 2006, at 19:34:12
Great one, I like it too. Rumi is often fierce in his quest for the Divine.
Jake
> Human Honesty
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Posted by canadagirl on June 21, 2006, at 21:28:10
In reply to trying to deal with emotions- Rumi's take, posted by Jakeman on June 20, 2006, at 0:55:32
My counsellor sent me this poem our 2nd session...it made me change my life for the better.
Posted by Jakeman on June 21, 2006, at 22:47:47
In reply to Re: trying to deal with emotions- Rumi's take » Jakeman, posted by canadagirl on June 21, 2006, at 21:28:10
> My counsellor sent me this poem our 2nd session...it made me change my life for the better.
Canadagirl sounds like you have a wise counselor.
I hestitate to post poems on this site, but since we've got this thread going here is one that especially spoke to me:
Who Says Words with my Mouth?All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.~Jelaluddin Rumi
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