Friday, January 2, 2009

Ruminations















When I discovered the poet Rumi (1207-1273) back in my days at the University I felt I had just stumbled upon a kindred soul. My experience of the divine has always had a mystical and sensual undertone to it. To compare the concept of God to the beloved made me feel closer to the embodiment of Spirit. His was a God of mystery and ecstasy. Many times when I am by myself taking a walk in nature, among trees, or beautiful landscapes, I feel the presence of something bigger than me and my world. I can only relate it to the feeling of being madly in Love with someone. I always had my reservations with most dogmatic definitions of God. In fact, I use the term Universe, when addressing the Divine. Rumi was a soul in Love with the Divine. Everything is transformed when you focus on the universality of love. In his poetry life and death are but sublime bursts of divine energy. His poems set to music have been used by the whirling dervishes of Sufism for centuries. These dervishes turn and turn in a seamless motion evoking the fluidity of eternity. I like to recite his poem by candlelight, sotto voce, softly savouring every syllable like a ripe old wine:



Look! This is love-to fly toward the heaven,

To tear a hundred veils in ev'ry wink,

To tear a hundred veils at the beginning,

To travel in the end without a foot,

And to regard this world as something hidden.


Jalaladdin Rumi





4 comments:

Daphne said...

It's not easy for me to do this, I've tried to leave 2 messages and they don't go through. Hector Luis, me alegro tanto que te sientas bien, te notas bien contento, good for you, sigue asi, te escribi hace un rato pero no salio, no me acuerdo muy bien lo que dije, mandame la foto donde te estas riendo como un nene que no te importa el peso. all is well as our friend louise hay would say
love
d

willow said...

I felt that wonderful, tingly "Universe" feeling just reading this post.

Cynthia said...

Go gentle into that soft dark night...just reading this makes me want to find a way to express. I miss you at OWL...dear one...come back...come back... classy look at the ranch...

justsomethoughts... said...

fantastic. just fantastic. this is real poetry. it amazes me that he's not required reading everywhere. a genius-lover-kindred spirit-poet.