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Sufism-the Bond With The Beloved.
By: Angel/Poyraz Date: November 16, 2014, 7:15 pm
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13th Century, the revered scholar Jelaluddin Rumi was walking
through the marketplace of Konya leading a group of his students
when a man ragged and dusty from travel approached him. Their
eyes met and locked with fierce but hazy recognition. The first
words out of the traveler\'s mouth posed a question that would
forever change both men\'s lives.
rebel named Shams of Tabriz had traveled from town to town
quizzing every scholar he met. He was searching for a teacher
but none had the answers he sought. While all quoted from books
and scripture, no one spoke from the heart, from personal
experience. Shams wanted to go beyond books to the heart of God,
through the heart of man. Everywhere he went, the townspeople
called him crazy, a blasphemer, and he pitied them.
height=\"139\"
src=\"
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/>width=\"214\" alt=\"camels.jpg\">His searching took Shams to
Konya, in what is now the country of Turkey. Upon encountering
the famous scholar in the middle of the marketplace, Shams
wasted no time in challenging Rumi. \"Who is greater, the
prophet Mohammed or the great teacher Betsami?\"
hesitation Rumi answered, \"of course, the prophet
Mohammed.\"
took his questioning one step further. \"Betsami, the
distinguished teacher, said \'I am great because God is within
me,\' whereas Mohammed said, \'God is great in His infinite
mercy.\' How would you explain this?\"
personal significance of this question, Rumi fell to his knees.
Shams had just unlocked a door deep within Rumi\'s soul. Even
though he was considered one of the greatest scholars of his
time, Rumi found little solace in his holy books. He had settled
into life as a teacher but felt spiritually unfulfilled. Finding
Shams was unexpected and astonishing. In that instant Rumi knew
that no book could teach him what this soul could.
regained his composure he answered Shams saying, \"Betsami
limited his understanding to one aspect of God\'s greatness. He
was secure in what he knew and sought no further. Mohammed, on
the other hand, was a seeker who recognized the vast
infiniteness of the Creator. His perception of God was not
limited to one idea or ideal. The more he knew God the more he
recognized he did not know, and so he kept seeking. Mohammed
said of God, \'We do not know you as we should.\'\"
extended his arms and the two embraced. They recognized in each
other a yearning to know God of an intensity that was equal one
to the other. Rumi was captivated by this wild vagabond and
eagerly welcomed Shams into his life.�
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could no longer focus on his students or studies. He found in
books only concepts of God. Shams found God in everything, in
simple, every day experiences, and this filled him with an
ecstasy that he was willing to share unconditionally with Rumi,
something that Rumi desperately wanted.
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/>width=\"240\" alt=\"lamps.jpg\">Rumi and Shams often walked th
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narrow streets of Konya. The din of boisterous merchants hawking
their wares merged with the barking of dogs and the grunting of
camels. The fragrance of frankincense and cardamom spiced the
air already heavy with dust and the dryness of the desert.
Copper and brass pots glistened in the sunlight. Exquisitely
woven Persian carpets exploding with color hung from the tents
of Bedouins on the outskirts of the marketplace.
at the grocer\'s for a glass of fresh goat�s milk and a handful
of sweet dates. They walked past the blacksmith, the goldsmith,
and the baker. The succulent aroma of roasting kebobs drifted
from the taverns alive with music from the oud, the dumbek and
the flute. Though they savored every sight and sound, Shams and
Rumi had distanced themselves from the world.�<img
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idea that loving God could be expressed as self-love and
forgiveness.
course I love God! But there must be laws and rules. There must
be boundaries.\"
does the breeze limit itself and the sunlight cease from
providing warmth? Since when does God limit Herself? Why should
God require boundaries?�
Shams, and Shams said, \"That is a good beginning. What more can
you offer?\"
replied, \"Still you sleep, Rumi. It is a new day. Wake up! You
resist my words because of your own insecurities and the fear
that right now you could be the God that you truly are. Could I,
as your friend, allow you to continue living a life of
limitation when you know better?\"
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students and colleagues were jealous of Shams and the apparent
power he exerted over their teacher and friend. As the months
went by, the pressure mounted until one of Rumi\'s fellow
teachers confronted Shams. A heated argument ensued, threats
were hurled. In fury and frustration, Shams left town without so
much as saying good bye. Rumi was devastated.
crumbled around him. There was no one to whom he could turn for
solace and support. He walked the town like a man possessed. As
days turned into weeks, his emotions vacillated between grief
and anger. An entire year passed.
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/>width=\"212\" alt=\"cameltrain.jpg\">One day came a rumor, Sha
ms
had been seen in Damascus. Immediately, Rumi sent his eldest son
to petition for Shams\' return. They found Shams playing chess
at a local tavern. Shams listened stoically to the pleas of
Rumi\'s son. After much begging Shams acquiesced. He knew the
religious intelligentsia still reviled and blamed him, but he
could no longer reject his friend.
Konya, Rumi was beside himself with emotion. They fell into each
other\'s arms weeping. Then Rumi took a good look at Shams. His
friend\'s long hair was shorn, cropped close to his skull, but
pitifully so. It was as if some amateur barber had wielded an
angry razor. Shams had cropped his own hair as uneven as his
life. He missed chunks in some places and scraped his scalp in
others. Rumi shook his head and said, �What the hell have you
been doing?�
Shams.
his friend and said, �why didn�t you hear my silent cries and
follow me?�
and I am still very angry at you!�
waited, but your footsteps were ghosts!�
you put me through?� Rumi said.
beloved, what you asked me to do?�
nothing!�
words to help you change your life, and so I did! Forget your
sorrow, Rumi. I am home to stay.�
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src=\"
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/>width=\"230\" alt=\"tent2.jpg\">They returned to the comfort o
f
the world that they co-created, to the adventure of discovering
the presence of God in all things. Shams showed Rumi that God
within us is real, that we are not separate entities.
said, \"We live in a world of illusion bound by fear. To awaken
the soul is to enlighten the mind. There is one eternal, simple
truth: I AM. And because that is so, everything is because I AM.
I AM God the Creator, everything else I am not, although I can
be if I so choose. To illuminate the mind is to confront fear,
to confront fear is to examine our limitations and boundaries.
To open the mind is to invite the courageous soul into those
places where once resided fear and worry. As the soul awakens
from the slumber induced by being human, we are created,
re-created anew.\"
God, all knowing, omnipotent, omnipresent, eternal and
invincible. I AM always with God, in God, as God, of God. Simple
is it not?\"
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/>width=\"212\" alt=\"brasspot.jpg\">\"No, Shams,\" replied Rumi
.
\"It is not simple.\"<br>
already know, Rumi.\"
know?\"
me will lead you to sublime self-realization.\"
take another to know love?\"
certainly feels good.\"
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late into the night. Rumi\'s home was a haven for their endless
conversation. There was a knock on the door and muffled voices
calling to Shams. He rose to answer the call. In the darkness, a
blunt object hit Shams with the force of hate.
not return, Rumi went to the door. What was keeping him? Into
the night he called to his friend. There was no answer. His
heart sank. Had Shams left him again? Impossible. No, he
wouldn\'t do that, he couldn�t do that! Rumi remembered that
cursed year without Shams. The old anger rose like bile in his
throat.
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trapped inside a sack. Left for dead, he was poorly tied. He
freed himself and staggered�<img height=\"162\"
src=\"
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/>width=\"108\" alt=\"footprints.jpg\">to his feet. An ocean of
sand surrounded him. In that instant Shams realized that he�d
been left to die in the desert.
this the way of love? Is this my reward for loving another soul
as deeply as I love you?�
in the desert, anger and blame consumed him. In the coolness of
night, the fever of his despair broke. He remembered his eternal
truth, a truth he had so fervently shared with Rumi.
faltered as he stood. He spread wide his arms, lifted his
bloodied face to the heavens and began to twirl, sing and praise
God for the opportunity called life, for the compassion to
forgive his attackers.
him. In his last moments on earth Shams overcame the great lie
of mortality. It was to Rumi that he spoke his final words.
\"Oh, beloved friend, can you hear me? In love there is no
separation. God is holding me and blessing our eternal
friendship. Be strong.\"
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time he would visit Damascus himself. The journey proved long
and arduous. He began to write a journal in which were expressed
his deepest longings and darkest fears. Rumi wrote:
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/>width=\"200\" alt=\"camelshadow.jpg\">Through the weeping, I
witness the path I have chosen.�<br>
soul, lost only to me.�<br>
of fear,�<br>
points your way.�<br>
tenderness<br>
paints�<br>
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abyss.�<br>
become someone in some other place at another time.�<br>
shallow voice in the shadow of night is my own.�<br>
have you gone?�<br>
you?�<br>
The mule of sorrow marches stubbornly.�<br>
so!�<br>
circles.�<br>
longing,<br>
Damascus?�<br>
sands?�<br>
fairness?�<br>
hands.�<br>
friend.�<br>
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every street, alley and shadow. No one had seen Shams. He
wandered the marketplace lost in despair. One day as he stared
absently into his food, a young girl dressed in rags stood
before him. He lifted his gaze and looked into her eyes. She
whispered, \"Chew, you must chew, you must chew to
taste.\"
with devotion, appeared before Rumi. In her silence he found an
invitation to speak. His heart emptied of pain and suffering,
and all she did was listen. As Rumi waded through his emotions,
he reached a new clarity about his love for Shams.
became her last visit, Rumi said these words to the little girl,
\"Shams risked everything, every moment. How can I not do the
same? How can I let my beloved walk away with only God by his
side? As you well know, little one, I can not.�
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setting below the horizon when Rumi heard the familiar laughter.
Half mad with hope, Rumi ran into the desert. Before he could
utter a single cry, his foot went out from under him and he
fell, his open mouth filled with sand. In that moment he
realized there was nothing to chase because there was nothing to
catch. He could not chase God or Shams because each lived
eternally within him.
Konya a changed man. He left his books behind forever. It would
take him the rest of his life to express the love and mysteries
he shared with Shams. Rumi found in poetry the only form of
expression befitting his reverence for his teacher Shams of
Tabriz.
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Sufism-the Bond With The Beloved.
By: Lena Date: November 16, 2014, 7:16 pm
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Thank you for opening this topic!
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Sufism-the Bond With The Beloved.
By: Angel/Poyraz Date: November 16, 2014, 7:21 pm
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Sufism-the Bond With The Beloved.
By: Angel/Poyraz Date: November 16, 2014, 7:26 pm
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[quote author=Lena date=1416187005]
hank you for opening this
topic!
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ou are so very, very welcome.�
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Sufism-the Bond With The Beloved.
By: Angel/Poyraz Date: November 16, 2014, 7:37 pm
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Sufism-the Bond With The Beloved.
By: Haniya Date: November 16, 2014, 7:42 pm
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Makes me wanna read 40 rules of love again�
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Sufism-the Bond With The Beloved.
By: Ardis Date: November 16, 2014, 11:32 pm
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\' \" why did you leave me?� asked Rumi.
hams looked at his
friend and said, �why didn�t you hear my silent cries and follow
me?� \'
hank you, Angel. Rumi, Shams & Hafez always gladen the
soul
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Sufism-the Bond With The Beloved.
By: nightstar Date: November 17, 2014, 1:29 am
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Thanks angle for Opening this thread�
ctually I have the
chance to read Rumi\'s poem in Farsi .. and I do every weekend
...
t is great that you share his poems in English ... I love
them ...
ast month I had the chance to watch the (The Puppet
Opera of Mowlavi (Rumi) ) of course in Farsi
t wasn\'t a
masterpiece ... but it was a good job ... then I searched in
internet and I found a translation of the Opera here
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http://anthropology.ir/sites/default/files/Mowlavi_final(2).pdf</a>
�
would like to share it with you ...
ay be for some one it is
interesting .. actually it take a long time to read it this way
... but it was a good job ...
adore the below line ... it is
so true ... all the problems in the world is due to the lack of
love ...and illiteracy I can add
strong>If you want cruelty
to diminish�</strong>
strong>Strive to intensify your
love.�</strong>
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Sufism-the Bond With The Beloved.
By: Angel/Poyraz Date: November 17, 2014, 7:51 am
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Sufism-the Bond With The Beloved.
By: Angel/Poyraz Date: November 17, 2014, 7:54 am
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<a data-ipb=\"nomediaparse\" href=\"\" http: rel=\"external
nofollow\"><img height=\"300\"
src=\"
http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/rumi-color-copy-233x…
/>width=\"233\" alt=\"rumi-color-copy-233x300.jpg\"></a>Jal?l
ad-D?n Muhammad R?m? (known to English speakers most commonly as
Rumi) was born in 1207 in what is now part of Afghanistan. Rumi
later took his father�s place as a Muslim teacher, and was a
follower of Shams al-Din of Tabriz, a dervish (Sufi ascetic). He
is associated with the order of the Mevlevis, founded by his
son. The Mevlevis, known as the whirling dervishes, are famous
for their circling movements in pursuit of spiritual
ecstasy.
umi saw poetry, music and dance as the path to god. He
is known for his religious-theme poetry and prose, as well as
his very popular romantic poetry. He is one of the top-selling
and most popular poets in the U.S.
is poetic works have been
categorized into the Quatrains, the Odes of the Divan and the
Six Books of the Masnavi. His major works include�<em>Ma?naw?ye
Ma�naw?</em>�(Spiritual Couplets) and�<em>D?w?n-e
Kab?r</em>�(Great Work).
umi fell ill and died in 1273. His
epitaph reads, �When we are dead, seek not our tomb in the
earth, but find it in the hearts of men.�
njoy some�<a
data-ipb=\"nomediaparse\" href=\"\" http: rel=\"external
nofollow\">Rumi poems</a>�to get the duel started:
Moment Of
Happiness
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moment of happiness,<br>
ou and I
sitting on the veranda<br>
pparently two, but one in soul, you
and I.<br>
e feel the flowing water of life here,<br>
ou and
I, with the garden�s beauty<br>
nd the birds singing.<br>
he
stars will be watching us,<br>
nd we will show them<br>
hat it
is to be a thin crescent moon.<br>
ou and I unselfed, will be
together,<br>
ndifferent to idle speculation, you and
I.<br>
he parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar<br>
s we
laugh together, you and I.<br>
n one form upon this
earth,<br>
nd in another form in a timeless sweet land.
his we
Have Now
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his we have now<br>
s not
imagination.
his is not<br>
rief or joy.
ot a judging
state,<br>
r an elation,<br>
r sadness.
hose come and
go.<br>
his is the presence that doesn�t.
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nt-size:15px;\"><em><strong>Post
and illustrations by�<a data-ipb=\"nomediaparse\" href=\"\"
http: rel=\"external nofollow\">Lyla Willingham
Lindquist.</a></strong></em>
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