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Thursday, September 30, 2010

Mevlevi Dervishes Perform - Rumi On Poetry, Wisdom, Truth, Beauty, & Love

“Wisdom is the table, not bread or meat.
Wisdom is the light, food for the soul.
No nutriment can compare to
the nourishment of light.
Nothing can nourish the soul but light.
Rid yourself of material needs and be set free.
Taste the original victual, the dainty morsel of light.

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.

Love is the ark appointed for the righteous,
Which annuls the danger and provides a way of escape.
Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.
Cleverness is mere opinion, bewilderment intuition.

I want a heart which is split, part by part, because of the pain of separation from God, so that I might explain my longing and complaint to it.

What is the body? That shadow of a shadow
of your love, that somehow contains
the entire universe.

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded.
Someone sober will worry about events going badly.
Let the lover be.

Gamble everything for love,
if you are a true human being.

Lovers think they are looking for each other,
but there is only one search: wandering
This world is wandering that, both inside one
transparent sky. In here
there is no dogma and no heresy.

Are you fleeing from Love because of a single humiliation?
What do you know of Love except the name?
Love has a hundred forms of pride and disdain,
and is gained by a hundred means of persuasion.
Since Love is loyal, it purchases one who is loyal:
it has no interest in a disloyal companion.
The human being resembles a tree; its root is a covenant with God:
that root must be cherished with all one's might.

If in thirst you drink water from a cup, you see God in it. Those who are not in love with God will see only their own faces in it.

Come, come, whoever you are.
Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving — it doesn't matter,
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow a hundred times,
Come, come again, come.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do."
- Jalal al-Din Muhammad Rumi (Born September 30, 1207)

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