RE: Perins/ Rumi/ The Only Knowing

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perins [perins]

Sunday, April 01, 2001 12:58 PM

Re: Perins/ The Only Knowing

 

Thanks Harsha for your kind reply

But I need to correct a big misunderstanding

I am not not leading expert at all and have to add that I have little

experience in Yoga

I am only on my way

I worked many years with a Zen Master and after he died ten years ago, the

universe has brought me the TAO

 

Back to Turkey for 4 years after spending many many years in Europe

I have just wanted to bring in someting with me to share

so I met very interesting and courageous turkish friends

you know Turkey is really in the middle of East and West

it is also the country of Sufis

with the adventure of rapid modernisation we have all lost the contact

with our inner structure

 

Many thanks again Harsha, I already enjoy the talks of the group

 

with love

 

Perins

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Thanks Perins. Your humility only adds to your stature.

We are going to have to insist on your greatness! :-).

Hope you don't mind.

 

By the way, you must have heard of Rumi since Turkey is a land of Sufis.

Here is one of my favorite Rumi poems. It is called, " I WAS READY TO TELL"

 

I WAS READY TO TELL

the story of my life

but the ripple of tears

and the agony of my heart

wouldn't let me

 

i began to stutter

saying a word here and there

and all along i felt

as tender as a crystal

ready to be shattered

 

in this stormy sea

we call life

all the big ships

come apart

board by board

 

how can i survive

riding a lonely

little boat

with no oars

and no arms

 

my boat did finally break

by the waves

and i broke free

as i tied myself

to a single board

 

though the panic is gone

i am now offended

why should i be so helpless

rising with one wave

and falling with the next

 

i don't know

if i am

nonexistence

while i exist

but i know for sure

when i am

i am not

but

when i am not

then i am

 

now how can i be

a skeptic

about the

resurrection and

coming to life again

 

since in this world

i have many times

like my own imagination

died and

been born again

 

that is why

after a long agonizing life

as a hunter

i finally let go and got

hunted down and became free

 

~Rumi, ghazal number 1419,

translated April 17, 1991,

by Nader Khalili