If Jay-Z gave hiphop the “Blueprint” for rap, then Rumi gave us the blueprint for LOVE. This man felt love deeply and was gracious enough to allow those feelings to be recorded for the rest of us who are verbally challenged. I took a couple of yoga classes on the last day of the year, which doubles as my birthday, and during the final pose of the first class a surge of grace and grief welled up inside my body. As tears began to flow sideways down my face I inquired into what was happening (mindfulness at work!). My conclusion? I just love life so much, so much, and I know it will end, and I know that great times will come before that and some sorrows too and I love all of it. And it’s funny how we use this word “love” interchangeably as if it is the same thing. I love Life, I love my wife, I love drinking coffee in the morning, I love reading excellent things, I love Rumi..but it’s not all the same is it? This is where Rumi’s words come in, to help us differentiate between the grace and grief of being alive from the daily joys and pains of living.
In this poem Mevlana says “In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems.”
I challenge you to send that line to a loved one and tell me how they respond!
Where You Love From
Look inside and find where a person loves from. That’s their reality, not what they say.
Hypocrites give attention to form, the right and wrong ways of professing belie. Grow instead in universal light.
When that reveleaed itself, God gave it a thousand different names, the least of those sweet-breathing names being, the one who is not in need of anyone.
You’ve so distracted me, your absence fans my love. Don’t ask how.
Then you come near. “Do not..” I say, and “Do not….,” you answer.
Don’t ask why this delights me.
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.
Drumsound rises on the air, its throb, my heart.
A voice inside the beat says, I know you’re tired, but come, this is the way.”
Are you jealous of the ocean’s generosity? Why would you refuse to give this love to anyone?
Fish don’t hold the sacred liquid in cups! They swim the huge fluid freedom.