Rumi

[Bluelicious]

Apophis;865215 wrote:

Not one for poetry but the above one speaks to me. Nice post Blue.

A few years ago I wasn't into poetry either until I came across the work of Rumi now i'm all into poems. This is your beginning of getting introduced to poetry that is how it all starts. It all starts with the power of one poem.

[Bluelicious]

Not the ones speaking the same language but the ones sharing the same feeling understand each other.

[Che -Guevara]

Yet need language to communicate that feeling...lol

[Bluelicious]

Che -Guevara;866487 wrote:

Yet need language to communicate that feeling...lol

Nah language isn't the only way to communicate since you can also communicate through body language. Che you don't like poetry do you maybe you should give it a try

[Che -Guevara]

I love poetry but don't care for the people that like poetry exception being Blue of course:-)

[rudy-Diiriye]

have this homies done any apps!! lol...Greetings from Panama city! I am on a contract here till feb 2013...no jobs in la. I dont pay much attention to humans one...they full of freakin bugs!! How is everybody..chilling. Good...just keep smiling.

[Bluelicious]

Rudyyyyyyyyy my homeboy what a suprise to see you again. Welcome come back and how have you been? How is panama?

 

Here is the link to the app store for Rumi's poems; http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/poems-of-rumi/id403461473?mt=8

 

Che aaww how sweet of you thank you very much

[rudy-Diiriye]

now seriously...13th century poet! i cant even under snoopy dawg!! Panama is chillin with lots of african cuties...its haven on earth. U know i dont do other color! Blk is blk...n i want my babe-gal blk.

 

wazzup b'licious!! u still doing de bump!! lol.

[Isra]

love Rumi...Gibran is my fav

 

“But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise on your lips.”

― Khalil Gibran

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rudy-Diiriye;866507 wrote:

now seriously...13th century poet! i cant even under snoopy dawg!! Panama is chillin with lots of african cuties...its haven on earth. U know i dont do other color! Blk is blk...n i want my babe-gal blk.

 

wazzup b'licious!! u still doing de bump!! lol.

I'm cool as always and Panama is on my list of places I wanna visit when I do my world trip let me know where the hotspots are when you get back. Sounds like your having a great time over there, well take care of yourself on your work trip and have a safe trip back home.

[UZTAAD]

Rumi puts a prose prayer at the beginning of each book of the

Mathnawi. Here is the blessing he gives before Book IV.

Praise to Early- Waking Grievers

In the name of God the Most Merciful, and the Most Compassionate.

This is the fourth journey toward home, toward where the great advantages

are waiting for us. Reading it, mystics will feel very happy, as a meadow

feels when it hears thunder, the good news of rain coming, as tired eyes look

forward to sleeping. Joy for the spirit, health for the body. In here is what

genuine devotion wants, refreshment, sweet fruit ripe enough for the pickiest

picker, medicine, detailed directions on how to get to the Friend. All praise

to God. Here is the way to renew connection with your soul, and rest from

difficulties. The study of this book will be painful to those who feel separate

from God. It will make the others grateful. In the hold of this ship is a cargo

not found in the attractiveness of young women. Here is a reward for lovers

of God. A full moon and an inheritance you thought you had lost are now

returned to you. More hope for the hopeful, lucky finds for foragers,

wonderful things thought of to do. Anticipation after depression, expanding

after contraction. The sun comes out, and that light is what we give, in this

book, to our spiritual descendants. Our gratitude to God holds them to us,

and brings more besides. As the Andalusian poet, Adi aI-Riga, says,

I was sleeping, and being comforted by a cool breeze, when suddenly a gray

dove from a thicket sang and sobbed with longing, and reminded me of my

own passion. I had been away from my own soul so long, so late-sleeping,

but that dove's crying woke me and made me cry. Praise to all early-waking

grievers!

Some go first, and others come long afterward. God blesses both and all in

the line, and replaces what has been consumed, and provides for, those who

work the soil of helpfulness, and blesses Muhammad and Jesus and every

other messenger and prophet. Amen, and may the Lord of all created beings

bless you.

[Bluelicious]

^^ Thank you for sharing Uztaad haven't come across that one yet.

[Khadafi]

Mashallah Bluelicous, Jalaladin Rumis poems are truly insoiring and soothing for the soul...

[Blessed]

Those to whom death seems as sweet as sugar, how can their sight be

dazzled by the temptations of this earthly realm? Physical death holds no

bitterness for them, they see it as a blessed refuge from a prison cell into a

glorious garden. It will deliver them from a world of torment: no one

weeps for the loss of such nothingness. (Rumi)

 

Our death is our wedding to eternity! Rumi

[Bluelicious]

I was going to tell you my story but waves of pain drowned my voice. I tried to utter a word but my thoughts became fragile and shattered like glass. Even the largest ship can capsize in the stormy sea of love let alone my feeble boat which shattered to pieces leaving me nothing but a strip of wood to hold on to. Small and helpless rising to heaven on one wave of love and falling with the next I don't even know if I am or I am not. When I think I am I find myself worthless when I think I am not I find my value. Like my thoughts I die and rise again each day so how can I doubt the resurrection?Tired of hunting for love in this world at last I surrender in the valley of love and become free.

 

- Rumi

 

Your task is not to seek for love but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

 

- Rumi

 

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.

 

- Rumi

 

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

 

- Rumi