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"mevlana" poems
In generosity and helping others be like a river In compassion and grace be like the sun In concealing others’ faults be like the night In anger and fury be like the dead In modesty and humility be like the earth In tolerance be like a sea Either exist as you are or be as you look. HZ.MEVLANA
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Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
Seven advice of MEVLANA
Beden sükun içinde yatar yeşil türbede, Amma güzel diliniz konuşur mesnevide. Ey hazreti Mevlana Celaleddin-i Rumi, Hazreti Şems güneştir size, siz aydır Şemse. O pak mesnevi içinde neler buldum, neler, Süzünüz bir deryadır, her şey vardır içinde. Her kese açıktır bu derya, fakir ya zengin, Ders, güzellik ile hikmet katarsınız şiire. Allah'u Teala çok razı olsun sizinle, Mahvî'nin süsü bu, helal olsun bu kaside.
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Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 8:39 AM UTC
Şeb-i Arûs (The Night Of Union)
By the end of this poem, those once vibrant shall slough off in horizons of necrosis. As I tap out completion, their summer cedes to countless performances; actors bow before the closing curtain of Autumn. The maelstrom of summer-lovers lulls to a murmur And the great Mevlana’s couplets and Khayyam’s quatrains Float away on the formations of down-bound geese. You’ll hear the Doppler shift of devotion’s goodbye On the whines of the locomotive’s whistle. By the end of this poem, the thistle fades from heliotrope to gun metal gray. The clandestine scent of “once-whens” Wafts into a future of “now-agains.” Yet, this new Fall is bittersweet. Before another ********** of trees, a red rose blushes in reminiscence. By this poems end, I’ll be in love with the chill of an approaching season wearing the brightest flower in my garden of poetry One last choke on the rising smoke as the last painful stanza goes Into the solemn procession toward the sacred pyre of leaves.
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
By This Poems End
"There have been very few people who have moved and transformed as many hearts as Jalaluddin Rumi. In the world of the Sufis, Mevlana Rumi is the emperor. His words have to be understood not as mere words, but sources of deep silences, echoes of inner and the innermost songs. He is the greatest dancer the world has known. His dance is a special kind of dance. It is a kind of whirling, just the way small children whirl; standing on one spot they go on round and round. And perhaps everywhere in the world small children do that and their elders stop them saying, 'You will become dizzy, you will fall, you will hurt yourself,' and, 'What is the point of doing it?' Jalaluddin Rumi made a meditation of whirling. The meditator goes on whirling for hours -- as long as the body allows him; he does not stop on his own. When whirling a moment comes that he sees himself utterly still and silent, a center of the cyclone. Around the center the body is moving, but there is a space which remains unmoved; that is his Being. Rumi himself whirled for thirty-six hours continuously and fell, because the body could not whirl anymore. But when he opened his eyes he was another man. Hundreds of people had gathered to see. Many thought he was mad: "What is the point of whirling?" ... Nobody can say this is a prayer; nobody can say this is great dance; nobody can say in any way that this has something to do with religion, spirituality.... But after thirty-six hours when they saw Rumi so luminous, so radiant, so new, so fresh -- reborn, in a new consciousness, they could not believe their eyes. Hundreds wept in repentance, because they had thought that he was mad. In fact he was sane and they were mad. And down these twelve centuries the stream has continued to be alive. There are very few movements of spiritual growth which have lived so long continuously. There are still hundreds of dervishes. 'Dervish' is the Sufi word for sannyas. You cannot believe it unless you experience, that just by whirling you can know yourself. No austerity is needed, no self-torture is needed, but just an experience of your innermost being and you are transported into another plane of existence from the mortal to the immortal. The darkness disappears and there is just eternal light.
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Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 7:43 PM UTC
On Rumi
"There have been very few people who have moved and transformed as many hearts as Jalaluddin Rumi. In the world of the Sufis, Mevlana Rumi is the emperor. His words have to be understood not as mere words, but sources of deep silences, echoes of inner and the innermost songs. He is the greatest dancer the world has known. His dance is a special kind of dance. It is a kind of whirling, just the way small children whirl; standing on one spot they go on round and round. And perhaps everywhere in the world small children do that and their elders stop them saying, 'You will become dizzy, you will fall, you will hurt yourself,' and, 'What is the point of doing it?' Jalaluddin Rumi made a meditation of whirling. The meditator goes on whirling for hours -- as long as the body allows him; he does not stop on his own. When whirling a moment comes that he sees himself utterly still and silent, a center of the cyclone. Around the center the body is moving, but there is a space which remains unmoved; that is his Being. Rumi himself whirled for thirty-six hours continuously and fell, because the body could not whirl anymore. But when he opened his eyes he was another man. Hundreds of people had gathered to see. Many thought he was mad: "What is the point of whirling?" ... Nobody can say this is a prayer; nobody can say this is great dance; nobody can say in any way that this has something to do with religion, spirituality.... But after thirty-six hours when they saw Rumi so luminous, so radiant, so new, so fresh -- reborn, in a new consciousness, they could not believe their eyes. Hundreds wept in repentance, because they had thought that he was mad. In fact he was sane and they were mad. And down these twelve centuries the stream has continued to be alive. There are very few movements of spiritual growth which have lived so long continuously. There are still hundreds of dervishes. 'Dervish' is the Sufi word for sannyas. You cannot believe it unless you experience, that just by whirling you can know yourself. No austerity is needed, no self-torture is needed, but just an experience of your innermost being and you are transported into another plane of existence from the mortal to the immortal. The darkness disappears and there is just eternal light.
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