Rumi's teaching stories

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Dearest Ones,

 

Some of the time many of Rumi's story-poems are over-looked by many who are

drawn to his beauty in word and silence and Dancing with Light, for his

shorter and more concise poetry. His generosity in saying this, well, here

it is -

 

"In Fana, the state where all objects dissolve,

they recognize objects.

The open sky drinks from their circling cup.

The sky wears the gold of their generosity.

When the two of them meet they're no longer two,

they're one and six-hundred thousand!

The ocean waves are their closest likeness,

When wind makes from unity the numerous.

This happened to the sun

and it broke into rays through the window, into bodies.

The disc of the sun does exist,

but if you see only the rayed bodies,

you may have doubts.

The human-divine combination is a oneness,

plurality, the apparent separation into rays.

Friend, we're traveling together,

throw off your tiredness,

let me show you one tiny spot

of the Beauty that cannot be spoken.

I'm like an ant that's gotten into the grainery,

ludicrously happy, and trying to lug out

a grain that's way too big."

 

* * *

 

"Wait!

I can explain!"

"Tell me."

"I am not a criminal.

I am new to Cairo. I live in Baghdad." He told the story

of his dream and the buried treasure,

and he was so believable in the telling that

the night patrolman began to cry. Always,

the fragrance of truth has that effect.

Passion

can restore healing power, and prune the weary boughs

to new life. The energy of passion is everything!

 

There are fake satisfactions that simulate passion.

they taste cold and delicious,

but they just distract you and prevent you

from the search. Thye say,

"I will relieve your passion.

Take me. Take me!"

Run from false remedies

that dilute your energy. Keep it rich and musky.

 

the night patrol said, "I know you're not a thief.

You're a good man, but you're kind of a fool.

I've had that dream before.

I was told, in my dream,

that there was a treasure for me in Baghdad,

buried in a certain quarter of the city

on such and such a street."

the name of the street

that he said was where this man lived!

"And the dream-voice told me,

"It's in So-and-so's house.

Go there and get it!"

Without knowing,

he had described the exact house,

and mentioned the man's name!

"But I didn't do

what the dream said to do, and look at you,

who did, wandering the world, fatigued,

and begging in the streets!"

So it came quietly

to the seeker, though he didn't say it out loud,

"What I'm longing for lived in my house in Baghdad!"

 

He filled with joy. He breathed continuous praise.

Finally he said,

"The water of life is here.

I'm drinking it. But I had to come

this long way to know it!"

 

Love,

Mazie

 

 

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