Jelaluddin Rumi, the
13th century mystic poet, was truly one of the most passionate and
profound poets in history. Now, today his presence still remains
strong, due in part to how his words seem to drip of the divine, and
startle a profound remembrance that links all back to the Soul-Essence.
Born in what is present day Afghanistan in 1207, he produced his
master work the Masnawi which
consists of over 60,000 poems before he died in 1273. The best way to
fully say in words his impact, is that he has the ability to describe
the Indescribable, Ineffable-- God.
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river
moving in you, a joy.
When actions come from another section, the feeling
disappears. Don't let
others lead you. They may be blind or, worse, vultures.
Reach for the rope
of God. And what is that? Putting aside self-will.
Because of willfulness
people sit in jail, the trapped bird's wings are tied,
fish sizzle in the skillet.
The anger of police is willfulness. You've seen a magistrate
inflict visible punishment. Now
see the invisible. If you could leave your selfishness, you
would see how you've
been torturing your soul. We are born and live inside black water in a well.
How could we know what an open field of sunlight is? Don't
insist on going where
you think you want to go. Ask the way to the spring. Your
living pieces will form
a harmony. There is a moving palace that floats in the air
with balconies and clear
water flowing through, infinity everywhere, yet contained
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