Rumi: Poet of the Heart Page #2

"Shams of Tabriz will be there too."

"Something opens our wings."

"Something makes boredom and hurt disappear."

"Someone fills the cup in front of us..."

"We taste only sacredness."

The relationship between

Rumi and Shams...

is actually a reminder to us that

all relationships...

have that potential and that when we

fall in love...

then we actually are entering a spiritual

domain of awareness.

Romantic lovers are confused. That's a

very spiritual state to be confused.

Rumi says himself, he says...

"label me and define me"...

"and you starve yourself of yourself."

"Nail me down in a box with cold words"...

"and that box will be your coffin."

"Because I don't know who I am. I'm an

astounding, lucid, confusion."

That's the state of love.

There was a lot of jealousy among

Rumi's students, over this.

Jealousy is one of the main...

impulses in the human race, you know.

So no one knows exactly the truth, but...

some feel that what happens is that the

students killed Shams and hid the body.

Rumi then went out in the backyard and

there's a pole there.

And in his grief he kept going round and

round and round the pole.

And this is the beginning of the

Whirling Dervishes.

And it was done out of grief which is

terrifically interesting.

That's how all that great poetry

started was in grief.

The thing that we avoid the most.

And in that time he would begin to

speak the lines, speak them out...

they'd all appear in rhyme and meter,

perfectly done.

And then...

When he came out the students would

say, oh my God, that's tremendous.

Write that down. No he said, let's

keep dancing. Let's don't.

That's only words.

Rumi says everything is for the beloved.

Everything is for the friend.

And my understanding of that...

is that there is... a presence...

that we feel in the beauty that we

see outside of us.

We feel it in a November sunset.

We feel it in a child sleeping, in a

child dancing, playing soccer...

We feel it in a group of friends making

supper on Sunday night.

He would say that feeling, is a presence.

That it's both outside of us, intending us,

and inside us.

When we feel the jewel like quality

of our own inner awareness.

That also is the friend. And this

inner/outer presence...

is addressed directly in many of

Rumi's poems.

When one says that wonderful pronoun

"you" and you don't quite know who it is...

it's that presence.

"When it's cold and raining, he says,

you are more beautiful."

"And the snow, brings me even closer

to your lips."

"The inner secret, that which was

never born..."

"you are that freshness, and I am

with you now."

"I can't explain the goings or

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