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God says to Moses

in the Mathnavi,the teaching stories  of Rumi writes:

God says to Moses

“Ways of worship are not to be ranked as better or worse than on another
Its all Praise its all right
Its not me who is glorified in acts of worship
It’s the worshippers! …

Forget phraseology
I want burning, burning…”


About Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Sufism is the mystical school of the Islam. A school of self-knowledge,  a way, hat teaches each person the science of exploring his or her being, Sufism considers the  human being is as the perfect image of existence—the macrocosm and the microcosm—from the physical and magnetic, to the metaphysical and spiritual, his or her Inner being manifests the absolute knowledge of existence.

 Inayat Khan an Indian Sufi master says “ The original words (in Persian) of Rumi are so deep, so perfect, so touching, that when one man repeats them hundreds and thousands of people are moved to tears. They cannot help penetrating the heart. This shows how much Rumi himself was moved to have been able to pour out such living words”.

Mevlana Rumi’s work called Mathnavi  is a collection of   teaching stories about tolerance, love of the Divine and the remembrance of the Divine. The Mathnavi is about such  personalities such as Moses, Jesus and Muhammad, and Sufis and consists of 26.000 verses. Mevlana Rumi also wrote 36.000 verses in poetry.. Besides poetry he was very fond of music and dance.. The orthodox school of Islam did not like this in his time and he had to discuss in length and writing why music and the whirling dance of the dervishes, meaning ecstasy was a way to connect with the One.

Be with those who help your being

Be with those who help your being.
Don’t sit with indifferent people, whose breath
comes cold out of their mouths.
Not these visible forms, your work is deeper.

A chunk of dirt thrown in the air breaks to pieces.
If you don’t try to fly,
and so break yourself apart,
you will be broken open by death,
when it’s too late for all you could become.

Leaves get yellow. The tree puts out fresh roots
and makes them green.
Why are you so content with a love that turns you yellow?

Ode 2865 Trans. Coleman Barks



The gift of water

The following two  poems are from the book “Rumi ..”Translator Coleman Barks

The Gift of Water

Someone who does not know the Tigris River exists
Brings the caliph who lives near the river
a jar of fresh water. The caliph accepts, thanks him
and gives in return a jar filled with gold coins.

“Since this man has come through the desert,
he should return by water” Taken out by another door,
the man steps into a waiting boat.
and sees the wide freshwater of the Tigris.

He bows his head: What wonderful kindness
that he took my gift”

Evry object and being in the universe is
a jar overfilled with wisdom and beauty
a drop of the Tigris that cannot be contained.
by any skin. Every jarful spills and makes the earth
more shining, as though covered in satin,
If the man had seen even atributary
of the great river, he would have brought
the innocence of this gift.

Those that stay and live by the Tigris
grow so ecstatic that they throw rocks at the jugs
and the jugs become perfect
They shatter
The pieces dance and water
Do you see?

Neither jar, nor water , nor stone, nothing
You knock at the door of reality,
shake your thought , wings, loosen
your shoulders, and open.

Two Kinds of intelligences by Rumi

Two kinds of intelligence

From Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi

From the book Rumi, The Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks


There are two kinds of intelligence: one acquired

As a child in school memorizes facts and concepts

From books and from what the teacher says,

Collecting information from the traditional sciences

As well as from the new sciences


With such intelligence you rise in the world

You get ranked ahead or behind others

In regard to your competence in retaining

information. You stroll with this intelligence

In and out of fields of knowledge, getting always more

Marks on your preserving tablets

 There is another kind of tablet, one

Already completed and preserved inside you.

A spring overflowing its springbox. A freshness

in the center of the chest. The other intelligence

Does not turn yellow or stagnate. It’s fluid,

And it doesn’t move from outside to inside

through the conduits of plumbing-learning.


The second knowing is a fountainhead

From within you, you moving out.

Only Breath by Rumi

see also my shownotes from April 14 of the Just Be it show

Only Breath
from Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi

By Coleman Barks from the book The Essential Rumi

Not Christians, or Jews, or Muslims, not Hindu, Buddhist, Sufi or Zen

Not any religion

Or cultural system I am not from the East

or the West, not out of the ocean Or up

from the ground, Not natural or ethereal, not

composed of elements at all. I do not exist,

Am not an entitiy In this world or  the next

did not descend from Adam & Eve Or any

origin story. My place is the placeless, a trace

of the traceless. Neither body or soul.

I belong to the beloved, have seen the two worlds

as one And that one call to and know

first, last, outer, inner., Only that

breath breathing human being.

There is a way between voice and  presence

Where information flows

In disciplined silence it opens

With wandering talk it closes   pause END OF POEM

Poetry about The Beloved

Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi

One day you will take me completely out of my self

I ll do what the angels cannot do

Your eyelash will write on my cheek

The poem that hasn’t been thought of

 Water from your spring

What was in that candles light

That opened and consumed me so quickly

Come back my friend, The form of your love

Is not a crated form

Nothing can help me but tht beauty

There was a dawn I remember

When my soul heard something

From your soul. I drank water

From your spring and felt

Rumi and the Beloved Sham al-Din

The most important turning point in Rumi’s life was when he met the wandering dervish Sham al- Din. Sham was eccentric and unorthodox, but was filled with heart – felt devotion, that sometimes he couldn’t contain. Sham appeared to be quite different to the respectable and prestigious scholar, (as Rumi was at that point.)  However Rumi saw in Sham a divine presence. This meeting and their close mystical relationship was instrumental in awakening Rumi’s latent spirituality and intense devotion. It was at this point Rumi abandoned his academic career and began to write his mystical poetry.

In one version of the meeting, Rumi was riding his donkey through the marketplace, when a man stepped in front of him and shouted, “Who is greater – Muhammad or Bestami?” In the exchange that followed Rumi became so overwhelmed by the presence before him that he fainted and fell from his donkey.

As the relationship matured between Shams and Rumi, they became inseparable, spending months together beyond human needs, relating together in mystical conversation – called “sobhet”. During this period Rumi’s disciples were all but forgotten by their teacher. They became deeply displeased and extremely jealous. Shams sensed trouble from this quarter, and felt that he needed to disappear from time to time – for his own safety and Rumi’s too. It is reported that during one of these disappearances, Rumi’s poetry writing and mystic whirling began.

After things would cool down, Shams would reappear and the episodes of being lost in each other’s company would resume. On one of these reappearances, Shams and Rumi fell at each other’s feet upon seeing each other. This was a telling moment in their relationship – remembering that the first time they met; Rumi fell in a faint at Shams feet. This time they bowed down to each other. What had begun as a master/disciple relationship had dissolved into pure loving friendship.

One winter night Shams, who was living with Rumi and his household, answered a knock at the back door. Shams disappeared, never to be seen again.

This disappearance caused in Rumi what may be called a spiritual implosion, an event in which, in the absence of the beloved, the lover falls “into himself” and disappears into his own emptiness.


All quotes are from

Unseen Rain, Quatrains of Rumi by John Moyne and Coleman Barks

Threshold books

and The Essential Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks, Penguin Books


Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi the famous Sufi poet says

Our eyes do not see you but we have this excuse:

Eyes See surface not reality

Though we keep hoping

In this lovely place

This piece of food cannot be eaten

Nor this bit of wisdom found by looking

There is a secret core in everyone

Not even Gabriel can know by trying to know

Or as Rumi said

The center clears Knowing comes

The body is not singular like a corpse

But singular like a salt grain

Still in the side of the mountain

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi – most famous mystical poet

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi is one of the most respected and quoted mystical poets who lived about 700 years ago as a Sufi master in todays Turkey.

During his lifetime he produced a prolific range of inspiring and devotional poetry which speaks of the Sufi’s experience of union with the divine.

These timeless classics have enjoyed a renaissance in recent years, as Rumi has become one of our most popular poets. Although Rumi was a Sufi and a great scholar .

His appeal reaches across religious and social divisions. Even during his lifetime he was noted for his cosmopolitan outlook.  His funeral, which lasted 40 days, was attended by people from all religions in his time.

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