I love my friends neither with my heart nor with my mind.
Just in case…
Heart might stop. Mind can forget.
I love them with my soul.
Soul never stops or forgets.♥
- Mevlana Celaleddin Rumi (September 30, 1207 – 1273)
Rumi’s poetry can simply appear, to some, an excellent read, full of great language and clever concepts. Others feel Rumi rolls in ecstasy over life and living. Thankfully some readers ache with empathy, living the depth of Rumi’s love for the Beloved.
Amazing that Rumi resurfaced in the midst of our fast-paced world. With “thinness” of soul, the world has been extolling the virtue of multitasking. “Don’t give anyone your undivided attention”, the world insinuated. “If you do, you are showing your lack of ability to do numerous tasks at one time. No, no, it’s okay that the world is experiencing half-cocked, shoddy, incomplete, unfinished, and unsafe products. Git ‘er done!”
Consequently, some folks listen and read in this same manner. Ever notice how often a poignant part of your email, your instruction or your explanation has been rendered non-existent? Likely the person is absorbing data from at least two other sources.
Although my friends and I love from our souls, we have all slipped into this slope of busy chaos. If we loved with only our hearts or minds, our relationship would have been toast by now. Soul friendships need reciprocal empathy and compassion. They stand firm in the face of character defects and human imperfections. Acceptance slips in as needed.
Rumi’s poem says it so succinctly. Typically, he’s providing a mirror that has only one reflection – the reader’s soul. If I begin taking stock of some other person as I read, I’ve lost the gem. I have released the richness, the value of Rumi’s exquisite depth.
Speaking of that depth, last year, I was given an opportunity to explore my respect for this poet: A Rumi-reading gentleman had adopted the knack of snagging women with a few good spiritual quotes and concepts. He confided that he wanted to present a persona of quality to attract a particular woman who, coincidentally, was inheriting a million dollars in a few months when she attained an age of a particular decade.
“I’m going to have a gathering to celebrate Rumi’s birthday. Bring some of your Rumi books so we can have some readings and discuss them.”
“Is she familiar with Rumi or the Sufi teachings?” I asked.
“She has never mentioned it to me, but she’s really spiritual,” he said.
“What is her path?”
“Well, I know she does Yoga,” he waved his hand to say the subject was finished.
He said, “Bring healthy food and good wine for the toast.”
“My friend. You are celebrating Rumi’s birthday with alcohol? Rumi was a Sufi. Sufi’s don’t consume anything that is mind altering.”
“Rumi drank! I’ve read poems of his where he talks about being drunk. Just come.” He gathered his chattels and scooted away. I had been silenced with astonishment.
How would Rumi have responded? Intoxicated by the opportunity to turn on the light? Maybe drunk with love and compassion over a situation of fragile comprehension?
I flunked my finals for that friendship. I did not attend. I could not be with others toasting Rumi with an alcoholic beverage knowing that his intoxication rose from the depths of his love for the Beloved, not from the effects of spirits that belied his belief system.
On the other hand, there are people who seem to ingest Rumi as easily as custard.
I listen, on radio, to Coleman Barks reading Rumi poetry. Mr. Barks has translated many of Rumi’s works from Farsi to English. He knows the wisdom which somehow means his reading style feeds the listener. And when I don’t understand or have to struggle to hear the wisdom? I feel as though I’m chasing peeled grapes through oil. Or, searching for a lost earring in melted gold.
Do my friends and I always understand each others’ soul messages? No, but I know we’ll share the grapes and pour the gold over each other’s hearts.
Hello, my beloved Guides. Nothing like mixing Christmas and Sufism. By the way, I have not been ‘goat herded’ into using some other vernacular for Christmas. It is Christ’s birthday. If all the non-believers quit benefiting from Christmas purchases, expecting gifts, taking the time off, being given time off with pay, working at double time and a half and all other indications of participation, then I’ll glean a sense of validation to the protest and be willing to re-visit the situation. In fact, how about a Buddhamas? I have many Buddhist friends and love lots about the teachings. I would gladly celebrate with them. Just a little rant…
You experienced a remarkable mediation with your friends today.
Yes, I truly did. I was asked to be the bell ringer. I love the sound of that little bell. But being the bell-ringer means I had to keep track of time as well. I really wanted to fall into the arms of the experience.
Seems you did.
I did! I was amazed. When I sat by my river, there was Jesus and five powerfully large Archangels. I was thrilled. I hugged each one, then gave each a kiss on the cheek. I was overcome with joy. Tears flowed down my cheeks. I asked the Archangels to help with the time. When I opened my eyes to take a blurry-eyed look at the clock, there was 15 seconds remaining!
Your tears were a response to Love.
Exactly. My chest was filled. There was little room to breathe. It was incredible. I thanked them all for the love that has been given so profoundly.
It is through opening to Love that your whole being can be filled with Love. All souls can feel this joy and receive this same magnitude of Love. It is theirs. They need simply ask.
Before the meditation started, the Prayer of St. Francis was read. I especially heard “it is by loving that we are loved.” Then, the request that I “understand rather than seek to be understood”. Suddenly I realized that I have been wanting to be understood. That attitude prevents me from attracting loving souls and situations. That also brought tears. It felt like a cleansing.
Many blessings. We will not add further to this today. We thank you for being willing to share yourself openly.
I hope that is not your exquisitely loving way of telling me that I talked too much today.
Your openness gives to others – in this situation as well as in your life.
I trust that you will help me know when I “talk over the line”.
We will continue to joyfully live up to the responsibility which we so lovingly have undertaken. The Beloved knows our gratitude. May all who know you realize that they have the same Love supporting them, every moment.