Uh-oh. I seem to be feeling a bit "sensitive". A bit "delicate". I need to say I'm not JUST a Beatles/Lennon fan. What I liked was his song intersected with what you posted. I'm not 100% soulless and unenlightened! ;~}
The reason I cried when John died was not because I'm huge fan of his music, though I am. It was because someone beautiful and soulful had been taken out of the world. Humanity lost a large part of its own soul that day. I suspect and have always thought that you felt that as well.
One of the highlights of my life in NYC was seeing John Lennon and Yoko Ono walking down the path in Riverside Park. He had his long coat on and it was swooshing along behind him. I will never forget it or the day he died. There were countless days I walked with my children down 72nd Street to get to Central Park, past the Dakota where we knew he lived. It made it so much eerier when he died. This Rumi and "Imagine"....so nice and so timely as I consider my place in the placeless ....and my mom's.
You think you are alive because you breathe air? Shame on you, that you are alive in such a limited way. Don't be without Love, so you won't feel dead. Die in Love and stay alive forever. -rumi
I love Rumi's work - Thank you Tag for sharing.. .and here my share:
Whispers of the Beloved “ I cannot sleep in your presence. In your absence, tears prevent me. You watch me My Beloved On each sleepless night and Only You see the difference
Looking at my life I see that only Love Has been my soul’s companion From deep inside My soul cries out: Do not wait, surrender For the sake of Love.
If you can’t smell the fragrance Don’t come into the garden of Love. If you’re unwilling to undress Don’t enter into the stream of Truth. Stay where you are. Don’t come our way.
All year round the lover is mad, Unkempt, lovesick and in disgrace. Without love there is nothing but grief. In love… what else matters?
Love is our Mother and The way of our Prophet. Yet it is in our nature To fight with Love. We can’t see you, mother, Hidden behind dark veils Woven by ourselves.
Do you want to enter paradise? To walk the path of Truth You need the grace of God. We all face death in the end. But on the way, be careful Never to hurt a human heart!
Do you know what the music is saying? “Come follow me and you will find the way. Your mistakes can also lead you to the Truth. When you ask, the answer will be given.”
The Master who’s full of sweetness Is so drunk with love, he’s oblivious. “Will you give me some of your sweetness?” “I have none,” he says, unaware of his richness.
You know what love is? It is all kindness, generosity. Disharmony prevails when You confuse lust with love, while The distance between the two Is endless.
This Love is a King But his banner is hidden. The Koran speaks the Truth But its miracle is concealed. Love has pierced with its arrow The heart of every lover. Blood flows but the wound is invisible.
Oh, boy. You made me choke up a little. Thank you. Imagine . . .
ReplyDeleteI know that John has that effect on you. The song just seems too go so well with the statement by Rumi and even the Dalai Lama quote.
ReplyDeleteYes, it's a perfect pairing!
ReplyDeleteUh-oh. I seem to be feeling a bit "sensitive". A bit "delicate". I need to say I'm not JUST a Beatles/Lennon fan. What I liked was his song intersected with what you posted. I'm not 100% soulless and unenlightened! ;~}
ReplyDeleteThe reason I cried when John died was not because I'm huge fan of his music, though I am. It was because someone beautiful and soulful had been taken out of the world. Humanity lost a large part of its own soul that day. I suspect and have always thought that you felt that as well.
ReplyDeleteYou pegged me, Tag.
ReplyDeleteOne of the highlights of my life in NYC was seeing John Lennon and Yoko Ono walking down the path in Riverside Park. He had his long coat on and it was swooshing along behind him. I will never forget it or the day he died. There were countless days I walked with my children down 72nd Street to get to Central Park, past the Dakota where we knew he lived. It made it so much eerier when he died. This Rumi and "Imagine"....so nice and so timely as I consider my place in the placeless ....and my mom's.
ReplyDelete@ Kass ~ Jealous! I'd have surrendered a limb for the privilege.
ReplyDeleteYou think you are alive
ReplyDeletebecause you breathe air?
Shame on you,
that you are alive in such a limited way.
Don't be without Love,
so you won't feel dead.
Die in Love
and stay alive forever.
-rumi
all you need is love.
Love is all you need.
ReplyDeleteYee-hai! Oh yeah!
ReplyDeleteI love Rumi's work - Thank you Tag for sharing.. .and here my share:
ReplyDeleteWhispers of the Beloved “
I cannot sleep in your presence.
In your absence, tears prevent me.
You watch me My Beloved
On each sleepless night and
Only You see the difference
Looking at my life
I see that only Love
Has been my soul’s companion
From deep inside
My soul cries out:
Do not wait, surrender
For the sake of Love.
If you can’t smell the fragrance
Don’t come into the garden of Love.
If you’re unwilling to undress
Don’t enter into the stream of Truth.
Stay where you are.
Don’t come our way.
All year round the lover is mad,
Unkempt, lovesick and in disgrace.
Without love there is nothing but grief.
In love… what else matters?
Love is our Mother and
The way of our Prophet.
Yet it is in our nature
To fight with Love.
We can’t see you, mother,
Hidden behind dark veils
Woven by ourselves.
Do you want to enter paradise?
To walk the path of Truth
You need the grace of God.
We all face death in the end.
But on the way, be careful
Never to hurt a human heart!
Do you know what the music is saying?
“Come follow me and you will find the way.
Your mistakes can also lead you to the Truth.
When you ask, the answer will be given.”
The Master who’s full of sweetness
Is so drunk with love, he’s oblivious.
“Will you give me
some of your sweetness?”
“I have none,” he says,
unaware of his richness.
You know what love is?
It is all kindness, generosity.
Disharmony prevails when
You confuse lust with love, while
The distance between the two
Is endless.
This Love is a King
But his banner is hidden.
The Koran speaks the Truth
But its miracle is concealed.
Love has pierced with its arrow
The heart of every lover.
Blood flows but the wound is invisible.
-Rumi