Every day I notice that there is wisdom even in the simplest activity of the day – like putting on my shoes or looking out of the window, watching the birds feeding from the bird- house. It is really quite fascinating and somehow my whole life has turned into one big teaching. It is really quite beautiful to observe – and to live in it.
I am not listening to a specific teacher right now, but follow what is coming into my life and simply resonates. Like this summer I developed this intense connection with Beethoven’s music – in particular the work of his last few years- that seemed to reach a depth I had not felt before. Then I received an invitation to attend a Kalachakra initiation in November, spending a weekend with a group of highly realised lamas and monks, leading a large group of students through an ancient ritual of transformation. Again that had come at perfect time and led to a further opening.
And then of course there is Rumi.
Usually I just pick up a book, open it at random and then usually find the perfect poem, stanza or teaching for my day. I understand Rumi and I love the depth of his experience, his passion, his humour, his diligence and tenacity, incessantly writing and teaching about his one passion in life – his love of God and the union of the lover with the beloved.
Rumi believed passionately in the use of music, poetry, and dance as a path for reaching God and maybe his musical inclination is what is drawing me to him. You just have to look around a little on this blog to notice that your host has similar preferences in terms of sound, rhythm and resonance. I can simply feel it and some pieces – may it be Wagner, Rilke or a perfect waltz – resonate strongly.
And so does Rumi. I can understand why people thought he was talking about romantic love – but in fact he is talking about the mystical experience, the longing and above all the devotion to what he calls the beloved.
If you take the verses from the “ The Good Root” for example, you can easily see that it can be interpreted as a poem about human love, but it actually speaks about stamina on the spiritual path. It speaks of the persistency and the devotion, that is necessary to grow into a fully realised human being.
For the time being, Rumi is giving me all the guidance I need. Currently it is a little book, a collection of mystical poems that speak to the soul. The words are like messengers between the realms of heaven and earth. It is food for the soul and to read the words, let them sink in, allow them to resonate and feel them, leads always to sudden insights and realisations. Interestingly – the translation does not matter – the words may not be translated accurately, but the meaning is fully there.
It is poetry for the soul by the musical mystic Rumi, who understood how to make the heart dance with the soul.
Here is one of my favorite quotes:
“The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.”
Here is a little example of a Rumi poem, recited by Coleman Barks