A story about Rumi
I stood in front of him in Konya and held out my hands to soak up the baraka. I believe it…to be sure. Union with the energy happens-the reed returns home to the bed-if we’re just patient enough to wait for it.
Rumi
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there. —Rumi—
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A story about Rumi
chapman <3
“I saw Sorrow
holding a cup of pain.
I said, hey sorrow,
sorry to see you this way.
What’s troubling you?
What’s with the cup?
Sorrow said,
what else can I do?
All this Joy that you have brought to the world has killed my business completely.”
rumi’s almost perfect. i can get lost reading rumi for days.
Wish i could read arabic.. a) because it looks so pretty:) and b) because although the translations i’m sure are great, nothing really moves perfectly from one language to another:)
A story about Rumi
It is said that one day, Rumi sat in his school’s courtyard, which had a traditional pond in the middle. Besides him were a bunch of hand written books.
A rustic looking man walked into the school, went up to Rumi and pointing towards the books, asked: “What is this?”
“Nothing you know anything about”, Rumi said.
The man picked up a couple of the books and threw them right into the pond. Rumi was furious! “What have you done, you ignorant man!!!” he exclaimed.
The man put his hand into the pond and pulled the books out, dry as a bone. Rumi almost lost his speech. “What is this???”
“Well, nothing you know anything about!” was the response. They say this man was Shams Tabrez, Rumi’s spiritual teacher.
Even the great ones need to learn from others, who are equally great or even greater, I feel.
