Can you hear the Music

This weekend there was snow on the east side of Cleveland. Photograph taken and copyrighted 2013

Snow on the east side of Cleveland. Photograph taken and copyrighted 2013

Between the conscious and the unconscious, the mind
has put up a swing:
all earth creatures, even the supernovas, sway
between these two trees,
And it never winds down.

Angels, animals, humans, insects by the million, also
the wheeling sun and moon;
ages go by, and it goes on.

Everything is swinging: heaven, earth, water, fire,
and the secret one slowly growing a body.
Kabir saw that for fifteen seconds, and it made him a servant for life.”

My religion is love

My religion is love

Hindu and Sufi ecstatic poetry is a special niche of poetry. Rumi, Kabir, Attar, all are famous and well loved even today in the twenty first century. They lived in the fifteenth century. That we can relate today is the surprise. Our souls recognize the familiar verses and they take the words right inside and leave them in the soul.

Kabir taunts the establishment. Robert Bly has had a tremendous influence on aesthetic poetry as a translator and editor. Coleman Barks has also worked hard editing and translating these poems into the understanding of western people in today’s world.

Kabir has interwoven Sufism with its confidence, secretive, desert meditation and Hindu which is more serious on the surface. Sufism has arisen utterly opposed to orthodoxy, and dances its way into our souls. It changes you and you never change back.

Have you heard the music that no fingers
enter into?
Far inside the house
entangled music—
What is the sense of leaving the house?

Suppose you scrub your ethical skin until it shines,
but inside there is no music,
then what?

Mohammed’s son pores over words, and points and this
and that,
but if his chest is not soaked dark with love,
then what?

The Yogi comes along in his famous orange.
But if inside he is colorless, then what?

Kabir says: Every instant that the sun is risen,
if I stand in the temple, or on a balcony,
in the hot flelds, or in a walled garden,
my own Lord is making love with me.”

Prayer beads

Prayer beads

rumilove                                                                                                                                           Dance with the ecstacy of the Beloved

The Source of Joy

Experience love

Experience love

” No one knows what makes the soul wake
up so happy! Maybe a dawn breeze has

blown the veil from the face of God.
A thousand new moons appear. Roses

open laughting. Hearts become perfect
rubies like those from Badakshan. The

body turns entirely spirit. Leaves
become branches in this wind. Why is

it now so easy to surrender, even for
those already surrendered? There’s no

answer to any of this. No one knows the source of joy. A poet breathes
into a reed flute, and the tip of every hair makes music. Shams sails

clown clods of dirt from the roof, and we take jobs as doorkeepers for him.

——-Rumi, translated by Robert Bly

We can never give all of our love away.

We can never give all of our love away.

Prayer beads

Do not raise your voice

Rumi's words

Rumi’s words

To know you...

                                                                                                             My One Desire