The following poem is delivered to you by a man who, if alive today, could turn brick chocolate into fondue or asphalt into shimmering liquid gold with the wave of a writing instrument. In order to have the permission to re-print this poem,  I summoned the galaxy royalty.

LISTENING

What is the deep listening?

Sama is a greeeting from the secret ones inside

the heart, a letter.

The branches of your intelligence grow new leaves in

the wind of this listening.

The body reaches a peace.

Rooster sound comes, reminding you of your love for dawn.
The reed flute and the singer’s lips:
the knack of how spirit breathes into us becomes as simple and ordinary as

eating and drinking.

The dead rise with the pleasure of listening.

If someone can’t hear a trumpet melody, sprinkle
dirt on his head and declare him dead.

Listen, and feel the beauty of your separation, the unsayable absence.

There’s a moon inside every human being.
Learn to be companions with it.

Give more of your life to this listening.

As brightness is to time, so you are to
the one who talks to the deep ear in
your chest.

I should sell my tongue and buy a thousand ears when that
one steps near and begins to speak.

Rumi (1207-1273)

Whether you study the quatrains and odes of this masterful 13th century Persian or not, it will be impossible for you to deny the hypnotic appeal of the poetry of Rumi. Even if you have not spent time learning about the life and beliefs of this ageless writer, his words cast a spell of both magic and certainty.

Are you listening? Rumi asks?

Do you hear? He reiterates his question!

In his poem, Listening, Rumi may be trying to tell us that the power of knowledge comes alive when we pay attention.

Nature, simplicity and even the deceased are among the living by simply listening.  If you do not heed the voices inside you are better off dead and buried. For we are one with God, the universe and all life form and yet we do not quiet ourselves.

Quiet yourself is Rumi’s message.

We recognize the power and beauty of the moon, and yet we do not accept that we are the “moon”.

Such simple and complete wisdom from Rumi’s closing line  as we are called to pay the closest attention when man or nature or the spirit is at our feet.

Do not read Rumi in your head, speak his words in your heart and say them aloud and you, too, will hear with a thousand ears.

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