Saturday, October 1, 2016

Free Download: "Mystical Poems of Rumi"

"You were born with potential.
You were born with goodness and trust.
You were born with ideals and dreams.
You were born with greatness.
You were born with wings.
You are not meant for crawling, so don't.
You have wings,
Learn to use them, and fly."
 "What in your life is calling you,
When all the noise is silenced,
The meetings adjourned...
The lists laid aside,
And the Wild Iris blooms
By itself in the dark forest...
What still pulls on your soul?"

- Rumi (1207 - 1273)
"Jalal al-Din Muhammad Rumi was a 13th century Afghan poet and philosopher who heavily influenced both eastern and western poetry. His poetry is divided into categories: the quatrains and odes of the "Divan," the six books the "Masnavi," the discourses, the letters and the "Six Sermons." Rumi's major poetic work is "Matnawiye Ma'nawi," a six-volume poem, considered by many literary critics to be one of the greatest works of mystical poetry ever written. Rumi's prose works included "Fihi Ma Fihi," "Majalese Sab'a" and "Maktubat." His prose work largely contains sermons and lectures given by Rumi to his disciples and family members. Following Rumi's death, his followers founded the Mevlevi Order, also known as the "Whirling Dervishes."

"Every instant a revelation from heaven comes to men’s innermost souls:
“How long like dregs do you remain upon earth? Come up!”
Whoever is heavy of soul in the end proves to be dregs; 
only then does he mount to the top of the vat when his dregs are clarified.
Do not stir the clay every moment, so that your water may become clear, 
so that your dregs may be illumined, so that your pains may be cured.
It is spiritual, like a torch, only its smoke is greater than its light; 
when its smoke passes beyond bounds, it no longer displays radiance in the house.

If you diminish the smoke, you will enjoy the light of the torch; 
both this abode and that will become illumined by your light.
If you look into muddy water, you see neither the moon nor the sky; 
sun and moon both disappear when darkness possesses the air.

A northern breeze is blowing, through which the air becomes clarified;
 it is for the sake of this burnishing that at dawn the zephyr breathes.
The spiritual breeze burnishes the breast of all sorrow; 
let the breath be stopped but for a moment, and annihilation will come upon the spirit.

The soul, a stranger in the world, is yearning for the city of placelessness; 
why, O why does the bestial spirit continue so long to graze?
Pure, goodly soul, how long will you journey on? 
You are the King’s falcon; fly back toward the Emperor’s whistle!"

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