Guest guest Posted March 8, 2010 Report Share Posted March 8, 2010 Dear Chrism/All: Have you seen this? Rumi's Chickpea to Cook? I am moved to tears by this line... " Remember when you drank rain in the garden. That was for this. " The visual of a little chickpea in the garden drinking in the rain is sublime, but not what brings me to tears. It feels more like I am the little chickpea trying to climb out of the pot, and it is or Divine hitting me with the ladle, saying " don't try to jump out " . I had only a few lines of this written down, for it came to me in my sleep. Here is the entire version. And wow look, it is about " the development of both the teacher and student from the understanding of pain and change as persecution, to learning how to align with difficult experience in one's own, and others', self-interest. " Chickpea to Cook ~Jalaluddin Rumi (translated by Coleman Barks) A chickpea leaps almost over the rim of the pot where it's being boiled. " Why are you doing this to me? " The cook knocks him down with the ladle. " Don't you try to jump out. You think I'm torturing you. I'm giving you flavor, so you can mix with spices and rice and be the lovely vitality of a human being. " Remember when you drank rain in the garden. That was for this. " Grace first. Sexual pleasure, then a boiling new life begins, and the Friend has something good to eat. Eventually the chickpea will say to the cook, " Boil me some more. Hit me with the skimming spoon. I can't do this by myself. " I'm like an elephant that dreams of gardens back in Hindustan and doesn't pay attention to his driver. You're my cook, my driver, my way into existence. I love your cooking. " The cook says, " I was once like you, fresh from the ground. Then I boiled in time, and boiled in the body, two fierce boilings. " My animal soul grew powerful. I controlled it with practices, and boiled some more, and boiled once beyond that, and became your teacher. " Love: ~Danielle Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 8, 2010 Report Share Posted March 8, 2010 Danielle - this is lovely and so true - it speaks to the many who are in the throes of committing to the teacher /student relationship. chrism as a cook - naw chrism in the garden -yes chrism as the learned teacher - oh my yes yes yes... thank you e Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 8, 2010 Report Share Posted March 8, 2010 Namaste thanks Danielle for sharing this one. How very true, the relationship of Guru and shishya is expressed in this poem. Blessings and love to you. sparrow , " iamwaitingmoon " <iamwaitingmoon wrote: > > Dear Chrism/All: > > Have you seen this? Rumi's Chickpea to Cook? I am moved to tears by this line... " Remember when you drank rain in the garden. That was for this. " > > The visual of a little chickpea in the garden drinking in the rain is sublime, but not what brings me to tears. It feels more like I am the little chickpea trying to climb out of the pot, and it is or Divine hitting me with the ladle, saying " don't try to jump out " . > > I had only a few lines of this written down, for it came to me in my sleep. Here is the entire version. And wow look, it is about " the development of both the teacher and student from the understanding of pain and change as persecution, to learning how to align with difficult experience in one's own, and others', self-interest. " > > > Chickpea to Cook > ~Jalaluddin Rumi > (translated by Coleman Barks) > > A chickpea leaps almost over the rim of the pot > where it's being boiled. > > " Why are you doing this to me? " > > The cook knocks him down with the ladle. > > " Don't you try to jump out. > You think I'm torturing you. > I'm giving you flavor, > so you can mix with spices and rice > and be the lovely vitality of a human being. > > " Remember when you drank rain in the garden. > That was for this. " > > Grace first. Sexual pleasure, > then a boiling new life begins, > and the Friend has something good to eat. > > Eventually the chickpea > will say to the cook, > " Boil me some more. > Hit me with the skimming spoon. > I can't do this by myself. > > " I'm like an elephant that dreams of gardens > back in Hindustan and doesn't pay attention > to his driver. You're my cook, my driver, > my way into existence. I love your cooking. " > > The cook says, > " I was once like you, > fresh from the ground. Then I boiled in time, > and boiled in the body, two fierce boilings. > > " My animal soul grew powerful. > I controlled it with practices, > and boiled some more, and boiled > once beyond that, > and became your teacher. " > > > Love: > ~Danielle > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 8, 2010 Report Share Posted March 8, 2010 Thanks Danielle, I love the poem and it's teachings. Thanks for sharing it with us. Linda , " iamwaitingmoon " <iamwaitingmoon wrote: > > Dear Chrism/All: > > Have you seen this? Rumi's Chickpea to Cook? I am moved to tears by this line... " Remember when you drank rain in the garden. That was for this. " > Love: > ~Danielle > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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