A handful of earth by Jelaluddin Rumi
Paradis | October 18, 2009
A handful of earth
cries aloud
I used to be hair or
I used to be bones
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Apocalypse and Glory by Jelaluddin Rumi
Paradis | October 18, 2009
Everything you see has it’s roots in the unseen world.
The forms may change, yet the essence remains the same.
Every wonderful sight will vanish, every sweet word will fade,
But do not be disheartened,
The source they come from is eternal, growing,
Branching out, giving new life and joy.
Why do you weep?
The source is within you
And this whole world is springing up from it.
Jelaluddin Rumi
Paradis | October 12, 2009
Jelaluddin Rumi was born in Balkh, in 1204, which is the present day Afghanistan. His father, Baha Walad, was a well known scholar and Sufi and the author of a fascinating collection of meditations on the intimacy of divine love. Baha Walad took his family to Anatolia in about 1220, when the impending Mongol invasion made it dangerous to remain in eastern Iran. He settled in Konya in present-day Turkey, where he continued his career as one of the best known ulama of the time. When he died in 1231, his son Jelaluddin became his successor.
Before long Jelaluddin was recognized as a great professor and preacher. He combined studies of the legal and theological sciences with the more inward and spiritual orientation of Sufism, but he was not yet known as an authority in the Sufi sciences, nor did he compose poetry.
The great transformation in Rumi’s life began in 1244, when he was forty (in Islamic lore, forty is the age of spiritual maturity and prophecy. In this year an enigmatic figure called Shams al-Din of Tabriz appeared in Konya. He and Rumi quickly became inseparable. Shams seems to have opened Rumi up to certain dimensions of the mysteries of divine love that he had not yet experienced.
Their closeness led some of Rumi’s students and disciples to become jealous, and eventually Shams disappeared. Some thpught that he had been murdered, but Rumi himself does not seem to have believed the rumours. Shams’s disappearance became the catalyst for Rumi’s extraordinary outpouring of poetry.
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Jelaluddin Rumi
Paradis | October 12, 2009
All day and night, music,
a quiet, bright
reedsong. If it
fades, we fade.
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