The following two poems are delivered to you by men 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 these poems, I summoned the galaxy royalty.
What is the deep listening? Sama is a greeting 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.
I Know The Way You Can Get
I know the way you can get…When you have not had a drink of Love:Your face hardens,Your sweet muscles cramp.Children become concerned About a strange look that appears in your eyes Which even begins to worry your own mirror And nose.
Squirrels and birds sense your sadness And call an important conference in a tall tree.They decide which secret code to chant To help your mind and soul.Even angels fear that brand of madness That arrays itself against the world And throws sharp stones and spears into The innocent And into one’s self.
O I know the way you can get If you have not been drinking Love:You might rip apart Every sentence your friends and teachers say, Looking for hidden clauses.You might weigh every word on a scale Like a dead fish.You might pull out a ruler to measure From every angle in your darkness The beautiful dimensions of a heart you onceTrusted.
I know the way you can get If you have not had a drink from Love’s Hands. That is why all the Great Ones speak of The vital need To keep remembering God, So you will come to know and see Him As being so Playful Wanting, Just Wanting to help.That is why Hafiz says:Bring your cup near me.For all I care about Is quenching your thirst for freedom!All a Sane man can ever care about Is giving Love!
Unlike Rumi, very little is written on this 14th century poet, Hafiz. Myths, rumors and tales swirl around the Persian like the “name” he earned, hafiz, which is a title given to someone who is said to have memorized the Koran. Hafiz is known to have done so in fourteen different ways.I know the Way You can Get makes it to the top of my all-time favorite poems. I am convinced that Hafiz wrote this for me or to me. Or perhaps, I wrote this poem at the beginning of time and Hafiz had stolen the words from my hearts hundreds of years ago.How true it is that the universe, your universe and mine is out of sync without that drink of love.
Inside your very being there is disruption without love. Visible to all creatures: small and mighty and to God and his messengers affected by your need to drink from the cup of love. And Lord knows, as well as this author, that at the very core of evil exists the absence of love.Hafiz equates the presence of love to freedom. For without love we are bound by chains, burdens and torment. I Know the Way You Can Get when you are giving away all of your love: alive, free and truly who you are meant to be.