There is something about poems by Rumi that captures us, makes us understand what we may not have before. The phrases cut right through our minds, slicing it open and going directly into our hearts. We may not even realize the words, but they touch us on a deeper levels where we understand everything and nothing all at once. They stand the test of time, since they know without a shadow of a doubt, time is an illusion.
These were the first poems by Rumi that I heard.
Poems By Rumi
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
It was years and years ago and this was the first time I re-thought betrayal. I read this after a devastating loss in my life. This was the first time I realized that new opportunities can come out of crisis.
I See So Deeply Within Myself
I see so deeply within myself.
Not needing my eyes, I can see everything clearly.
Why would I want to bother my eyes again
Now that I see the world through His eyes?
What parts of you don’t you see? I think he is talking about shame. If we could get rid of fear and shame, we could see ourselves clearly. (Who Do You Think You Are?) Would you like to See Through Spirits Eyes? Do the guided meditation.
This aloneness is worth more than a thousand lives.
This freedom is worth more than all the lands on earth.
To be one with the truth for just a moment,
Is worth more than the world and life itself.
I’ll leave with you with one more…
This We Have Now
This we have now
is not imagination.
This is not
grief or joy.
Not a judging state,
or an elation,
Those come and go.
This is the presence that doesn’t.
Remember, everything is relative, the present is all that is real, but that changes from moment to moment. Peace can only happen in the present. Anxiety can disappear only in the present.
(Poems translated by Coleman Barks.)
What is your favorite of the poems of Rumi?