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Rumi/ How We Move in Grace

 

 

Doing prayer and meditation at a particular time,

fasting, and going on pilgrimage

are outward statements of inner intention.

Giving to charity and giving up jealousy

are ways to say how it is inside us.

Serving food and welcoming guests into your house

are actions that mean, I feel close to you.

Any time you exert yourself by going somewhere,

giving money, or taking time to pray,

you are saying, There is a priceless jewel inside me.

Fasting says, I have not eaten

even what is permitted.  I must want no connection

to what is not.  Giving to the poor says,

I am distributing my own property.

Certainly, I will not steal from others.

There are, though, fowlers who throw out grain

to snare birds, and cats who pretend to fast,

fast-asleep, when really they are peeking

through eye-slits to ambush prey.

They give generosity a bad name.

But despite all crookedness,

water comes from the star Arcturus

to wash even the hypocrites.

When our water here

becomes saturated with pollution,

it gets led back to the original water, the ocean.

After a year of receiving starlight,

the water returns, sweeping new robes along.

Where have you been?  In the ocean of purity.

Now I’m ready for more cleaning work.

Give me your demons.  I’ll take them to sea.

If there were no impurity, what would water do?

It shows its glory in how it washes a face,’

and in other qualities as well,

the way it grows the grass

and how it lifts a ship across to another port.

Every medicinal ointment derives essence

from water, as every pearl and every seed.

A river is a shop of salves,

food for the abandoned, movement

for those who are stuck.

When the river slows with the weight of silt

and corruption, it grows sad and prays,

Lord, what you gave me I gave others.

Is there more?  Can you give more?

Clouds then draw up the riverwater,

and dissolve it in the ocean.

What this means is

we often need to be refreshed.

Mingling with surroundings, the soul falls ill.

It calls out to the first caller-out, Bilal,

revive us.  Beat the drum that glides us along.

As the body stands at prayer,

the soul says, Peace, my friend,

then leaves for a while.

When it comes back, you don’t have to do ablutions

with sand anymore or guess which way

to point the prayer rug.

Water is the story of how we are helped.

Hot baths prepare us to enter the fire.

Only salamanders can go directly in

without an intermediary, salamanders and Abraham.

The rest of us need guidance from water.

Satisfaction comes from God,

but to get there you need to eat bread.

Beauty comes from the presence,

but those of us in bodies

must walk in a garden to feel it.

When this body-medium goes, we will see directly

the light that lives in the chest.

The qualities of water show

how we move inside grace.

 

Poem from The Essential Rumi

Friday is Forever Rumi

 

 

LIKE THIS

If anyone asks you

how the perfect satisfaction

of all our sexual wanting

will look, lift your face

and say,

Like this.

When someone mentions the gracefulness

of the nightsky, climb up on the roof

and dance and say,

Like this!

If anyone wants to know what “spirit” is,

or what “God’s fragrance” means,

lean your head toward him or her.

Keep your face there close.

Like this.

When someone quotes the old poetic image

about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,

slowly loosen knot by knot the strings

of your robe.

Like this?

If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,

don’t try to explain the miracle.

Kiss me on the lips.

Like this.  Like this.

When someone asks what it means

to “die for love,” point

here.

If someone asks how tall I am, frown

and measure with your fingers the space

between the creases on your forehead.

This tall.

The soul sometimes leaves the body, then returns.

When someone doesn’t believe that,

walk back into my house.

Like this.

When lovers moan,

they’re telling our story.

Like this.

I am a sky where spirits live.

Stare into this deepening blue,

while the breeze says a secret.

Like this.

When someone asks what there is to do,

light the candle in his hand.

Like this.

How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob?

Huuuuuuu.

How did Jacob’s sight return?

Huuuuuuu.

A little wind cleans the eyes.

Like this.

When Shams comes back from Tabriz,

he’ll put just his head around the edge

of the door to surprise us.

Like this.

 

Poem from The Essential Rumi

 

 

 

 

Rain

US-ART-RAIN ROOM-MOMA

 

Rain- a refreshing sound,

as the dewdrops hit the asphalt ground.

A  soft and subtle start,

like the gentle beat of a heart.

Slowly it’s pace increasing,

louder and louder the tune.

Nature singing a melodious song,

happy are we to sing along.

Rain-a meditating voice,

whispering in the air.

If you listen and let yourself hear,

you will be in sync with the universal flow.

Rain- now a thundering roar,

no fear- quiet your mind,

release your tears,

for they are just dew drops

on the asphalt ground.

When the rain’s tune has ended,

and the sun  decides to shine,

the dew drops that once were there,

soon will disappear.

If you close your eyes,

you may still hear

the rain’s echo in your ears.

 

Poetry by Tammy More @ 2013

Empty Heart

Story written by Tammy More @2013

As the sun went down, she struggled to see the time, noticing she is late for work. Haunted by her employer’s words, “This is your final warning, late again and you’re fired.”she grew frantic, not eager to look for another job.

She forgot everything that happened last night until a man peeked out of her bedroom door. She dropped her head in her hands, feeling dirty and ashamed. Why do I do this?   This is not who I am. Chloe looked at him and said, “Get dressed and get out.”

“But, baby, I love you,” he said.

“Seriously, that’s funny. Bye now.”

Chloe could not get ready fast enough. Anxiety had taken over her mind, nothing made sense.

As she was driving, the wheels were turning in her mind. Once she reached the Longbranch Saloon, her fingers became part of the steering wheel. She feared losing her only stability. She slowly got out of the car and entered the doors to her destiny. She came in to see the regulars had reserved their spot for the night. Chloe said a quick hello, rushing to do her duty, her heart beating in her throat. She didn’t see the boss, which was a relief. But that inner voice kept telling he, You know she’s here and watching. At that moment, she saw the fiery head of hair make its way from the back room. “Will you come back to my office? We need to talk.” Your wild adventures have been hindering your performance here. I don’t want to fire you, but after your shift, I’m granting you a few days off. Chloe wasn’t thrilled, but didn’t argue. Maybe this was a chance to figure out her life and how to end her self destruction.

As she walked back out front, she noticed a man with dark tousled hair, a white T-shirt and baggy jeans, not the usual attire for this country western bar, and Chloe was curious to know more about him. He kept his head down like a shy, innocent child, hoping no one would see him. Was this her sign, an angel to bring her out of the darkness? A force was pulling her to him that she couldn’t control and didn’t want to. She was glad she had the chance to serve him. As she approached, he looked up, and his eyes ,blue like rain, connected with hers.

“Can I get you something.” Chloe said.

“Coffee, black.”

She brought his coffee, and found him looking down at the bar, as if his mother was saying, “its not polite to stare.

She was busy for a while and when found time, to see if he needed more coffee, he shook his dark tousled head and passed a folded napkin to her. Chloe took the napkin and walked to the other end of the bar to read , I THINK YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL, MY ANGEL.   Chloe was flattered but confused by his meek and humble demeanor.   She was also intrigued.

By closing time, Chloe was tired and ready to go home. Last call was announced and customers started to leave, all except for her beautiful stranger.   This was okay with Chloe. “Do you need a ride home?” she said.

No, the world is my home, I’m on a life journey.

“Okay, so why are you here?” Chloe asked.

“To help you experience true love.” he said. There is a quote that I live by: ‘Love is an experience of oneself within oneself.’ It starts with loving yourself first and then true bliss will be yours. If you will trust me, I will show you.

Chloe outstretched her hand to his and they walked out into the night, never looking back.