Dancing with the soul

On this journey there are many teacher – formal, informal, people, animals, objects, situations and there is really no limit as of what Life is using to guide us safely one step after the other.

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


About Michaela

I am a wanderer and a wonderer, like you are. I love our journey and to walk in the company of friends – to learn, experience, share, laugh, cry and above all I simply love this marvelous, magical, mysterious life. I have no plan (cannot believe I am saying this) and my only intention is to be truthful to myself and others.
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2 Responses to Dancing with the soul

  1. fatima says:

    Beautiful Marille,

    Words are the coin of this world.

    Even the one who sees carnal love in Rumi, the love of a lover for the beloved, sees a reflection of the Truth. There is Joseph (of the many colored coat) and Potiphars wife, there is Layla and Mejnun. This carnal (earthly love) can, in itself, be a path to……loves true home….beyond.

    Truth transcends translation or explanation in that it comes from ‘beyond’ all that out of the formless dimension. First all the world becomes a teacher, I am satisfied with that and then……?
    xo

  2. Michaela says:

    I, you, he, she, we.
    In the garden of mystic lovers
    these are not true distinctions.

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