To say that Rumi loved Shams would be like saying the sky is nice to look at during sunsets. No it is remarkable, beautiful, and so ordinary that it goes overlooked by almost all of us almost every day of the year. Rumi and Shams found each other’s presence to be just that: remarkable, beautiful and so natural that it didn’t make sense to Rumi why it would be such a problem for those around him. He was distraught when Shams left the city in order to quiet the trouble their relationship had caused. But when he returned, Rumi probably danced like the guys in the picture above.
I figure that’s pretty much how anyone who reads this blog feels now that we’re back online.
This week’s Rumi moment is one of my most favorite of his poems. He says “If anyone asks you how the perfect satisfaction of all our sexual wanting will look, lift your face and say: Like this.”
If you love someone, read this poem to them while they fall asleep tonight. The whole world will be better off afterwards.
If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the nightsky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,
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.
When someone quotes the old poetic image
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
of your robe.
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
If someone asks how tall I am, frown
and measure with your fingers the space
between the creases on your forehead.
The soul sometimes leaves the body, then returns.
When someone doesn’t believe that,
walk back into my house.
When lovers moan,
they’re telling our story.
I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into this deepening blue,
while the breeze says a secret.
When someone asks what there is to do,
light the candle in his hand.
How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob?
How did Jacob’s sight return?
A little wind cleans the eyes.
When Shams comes back from Tabriz,
he’ll put just his head around the edge
of the door to surprise us