Ruminations

Dear Folk,

On September 30, 1207 in Balkhi in the region known today as Afghanistan, was born the greatest poet in the history of the world, whose works today sell more in the United States than any other poet, Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi. His verses are still sung in the fields, almost 800 years after his birth, by Arabic workers who do not know the words' origin. Coleman Barks' The Essential Rumi has now sold over 100,000 copies. For those who know of Rumi, quit reading these words and go read some Rumi. For those who do not, may I introduce you?

In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.

Rumi's family fleeing the Mongol invasion moved to Konya, Turkey where he wound up spending most of his life. Jelaluddin followed his father (Bahauddin)'s calling as a scholar. He became sheikh in the dervish learning community in Konya. He learned and taught in relative obscurity in a very backwater town in Turkey until something came like a thunderbolt and changed him. That thunderbolt was a wandering dervish, Shams of Tabriz. In 1244, Shams came out of the desert, one roaring like a lion for the mystical union of soul to God, and when he touched Rumi nothing could ever be the same.

I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.
Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
What a bargain, let's buy it.

Shams said that he was looking for "someone who could endure my company." A voice asked him what he would give in return and Shams answered, "My head!" "Then the one you seek is Jelaluddin in Konya." When he met Rumi, Shams asked him a question which took Rumi quite by surprise; in fact it made this quiet professor faint dead away. No one is exactly sure of the question – I knew you would want to know – but the best account is this. Shams asked "Who is greater, Muhammad or Bestami, for Bestami had said, 'How great is my glory,' whereas Muhammad had acknowledged in his prayer to God, 'We do not know You as we should'?"

Rumi had perceived the depths this question came from and his soul was electrified. When he returned to consciousness, Rumi replied that Bestami had taken but a small sip of God and stopped, but for Muhammad the way was always unfolding. Of this meeting Rumi said, "What I had thought of before as God, I met today in a person." Was this an exaggeration or a blasphemy? Not as Rumi understood either. He and Shams became inseparable. They went out into the desert and thought and talked. The flow was continuous and enriched both. Their Friendship was that of mystics, pure communion of two halves of the same soul.

It was just that Friendship which disturbed the religious community which Rumi was supposed to be leading. His students were neglected, his family even more so. Shams must have sensed trouble because he vanished from the area. The shock of his disappearance further galvanized Rumi's transcendence. He started listening to music, writing poetry, spinning in a circle in meditation or prayer.

Finally, Rumi heard that Shams was in Damascus. He sent his son, Sultan Velad, to Syria to bring his friend back. When they met again, the Friendship resumed without a pause. Shams even married a girl who had been brought up in Rumi's house. Of course, the jealousies resumed, as well. On December 5, 1248, Shams was called to the back door of Rumi's house. He was never seen again. Most scholars now think Shams was murdered by or at the connivance of Rumi's son Allaedin. It did fulfill Shams' bargain with the Lord for this friendship: he gave up his head.

One went to the door of the Beloved and
knocked. A voice asked, 'Who is there?'
He answered, 'It is I.'
The voice said, 'There is no room for Me and Thee.'
The door was shut.
After a year of solitude and deprivation he returned and knocked.
A voice from within asked, 'Who is there?'
The man said, 'It is Thee.'
The door was opened for him.

Rumi looked everywhere for Shams. He went to Damascus, he searched the desert. Nowhere was his other soul. Then he realized that he need not search; Shams was very much a part of him. Now the poetry flowed unabated. It was Shams who was speaking when Rumi uttered his lines. The lover and the Beloved were united. His students listened rapt. They quickly wrote down the words as they tumbled majestically from their teacher.

O lovers, lovers it is time
to set out from the world.
I hear a drum in my soul's ear
coming from the depths of the stars.

Our camel driver is at work;
the caravan is being readied.
He asks that we forgive him
for the disturbance he has caused us,
He asks why we travelers are asleep.

Everywhere the murmur of departure;
the stars, like candles
thrust at us from behind blue veils,
and as if to make the invisible plain,
a wondrous people have come forth.

His poetry filled with a longing to be with the Friend, Him, or You. Are these mysterious pronouns the names of God, Shams, or who? This is for you, the reader to ponder. Rumi founded the Mevlevi Order of dervishes, better known as the Whirling Dervishes of Sufism. Through a turning movement, body posturing, mental focus, and sound, the dervish achieves ecstasy through union with God.

It is also interesting to note that similar to other major religions, Islam frowns upon dancing and using words such as "gamble," "drunk," and "wine" which you find throughout Rumi's and other great Islamic and Sufi poets writings. Obviously they mean "drunk" on God's grace, but that's not to say they wouldn't be outcast by religious fundamentalists today

Jalaluddin Rumi's journey in search of God left its mark on other faiths, paralleling in time those of two other outstanding mystics: the Catalan kabbalistic rabbi Moshe ben Nahman or Nahmanides (1195-1270) and the Mallorcan Catholic Franciscan and poet Raimon Llull (1235-1315). Sufi influence on the cabala is well-known, and Llull himself declared that his ecstatic Christian spirituality drew much from the example of Sufis like Rumi.

Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi died on December 17, 1273. Men of five faiths followed his bier. That night was named Sebul Arus (Night of Union). Ever since, the Mevlevi dervishes have kept that date as a festival.

I died from minerality and became vegetable;
And From vegetativeness I died and became animal.
I died from animality and became man.
Then why fear disappearance through death?
Next time I shall die
Bringing forth wings and feathers like angels;
After that, soaring higher than angels -
What you cannot imagine,
I shall be that.

Also, today September 30th, 2000 marks the departure from this world of pain and sorrow a friend and helper, Jean Glaze. Jean was there to drive us to the hospital when we were mushroom poisoned, she was there to see my daughter's plays, she was there to help during a painful separation and family dissolution. Jean, you shall be missed.

What have we learned? I will leave it to Rumi to tell you:

On this path, Love is the emerald,
the beautiful green that wards off dragons
Enough, I am losing myself.
If you are a man of learning,
read something classic,
a history of the human struggle
and don't settle for mediocre verse.

Happy is the world who has such poets and friends in it,
J. Ellsworth Weaver

SCA – Sir Balthazar of Endor
AS – Polyphemus Theognis