The Illuminated Rumi is an exquisitely beautiful book, and one of my most treasured.
This page (pictured below), these words, and this image in particular were “mine,” as I left my former life in the wake of a profound kundalini awakening – or opening – to areas of consciousness and experience beyond anything previously known.
I actually copied this page and displayed it prominently on my wall. Seeing it again (thank you, Karen Boyden Phelps) makes my heart o p e n again!
~Whitehawk (More below image.)
WE HAVE OPENED YOU. From The Illuminated Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks and illustrated by Michael Green. Continue reading →
If a child were to appear at your door – cold, scared, and tired from a long journey…
If he or she were anxious, heartbroken, raging, and confused…
Would you refuse entry to the little one? Would you first demand that his fear dissolve, her anxiety be healed, his confusion clarify, or her heart be mended?
In your most authoritative spiritual voice, would you urge the little one to first “get over it,” to accept everything the way it is, to urgently forgive those who have harmed him, to fall into the bliss of the moment, or to drop into the state of no-self?
Or would you provide sanctuary and safe passage from a long journey? A warm home in which the stories, the emotions, and the sensations of the little one can unfold, be illuminated, and be metabolized into the tender space of wholeness? Continue reading →
Still working on sorting things out in preparation for a cross-country move. Frankly quite taxing.
Packing books, came across RUMI ~ The Glance ~ Songs of Soul-Meeting, translated by Coleman Barks.
When kundalini was coursing through me to a stellar degree, Rumi consumed my spirit. As I’ve mentioned elsewhere, his poetry intoxicates me! One common “character” in his poetry is known as “the Friend.” To me, the Friend is the Godness that connects all; it is the sacred Field through which we encounter and relate ~ each other, our Selves, and the eternally-present Divine, never separate from the mix.
With this intro, then, is:
The connection to the Friend
is secret and very fragile.
The image of that friendship
is in how you love, the grace
and delicacy, the subtle talking
together, in full prostration,
outside of time. When you’re
there, remember the fierce