Sunday, February 17, 2013

Rumi ja pyörivät dervissit - Rumi and the whirling dervishes

Rumi oli persialainen runoilija ja sufilainen mystikko, pyörivien dervissien isä, rakkauden ja rauhan lähettiläs, jonka runot ja opit ovat vieläkin tunnettuja. Yksi tunnettu seuraaja oli Gurdjieff.

Rumi was a Persian poet and a Sufi mystic, the father of the whirling dervishes, a messenger of love and peace whose poems and teachings are still widely known. One of his followers was Gurdjieff.

Pyörivät dervissit - Whirling dervishes

Pyörivä liike on meditaatiota ja Jumalan ylistystä. En ymmärrä, miten dervissit pysyvät tasapainossa pyörimisen aikana. Kohdassa 3:00 dervissit alkavat pyöriä ja kohdassa 6:20 näkyy Syyrian presidentti.... Se siitä rauhasta ja rakkaudesta.

The whirling movement is meditation and praise for God. I don't understand how they can keep their balance. At 3:00 the dervishes start to whirl and at 6:20 you can see the president of Syria... So much for peace and love.

Thoughts by Rumi:

Why are you so enchanted by this world, when a mine of gold lies within you?
Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape.

This world's existence is one night long. There's a great lively gathering that night, but some people sleep through it.

If you are irritated by every rub, how will you be polished?

Before death takes away what you are given, give away what there is to give.

All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.

I am iron resisting the most enormous magnet there is.

Half-heartedness doesn't reach into majesty. You set out to find God, but then you keep stopping for long periods at meanspirited roadhouses.

Let the waters settle and you will see the moon and the stars mirrored in your own being.

Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation!

What does this patch-sewing mean you ask? Eating and drinking. The heavy cloak of the body is always getting torn. You patch it with food and other ego-satisfactions.

All religions, all this singing, one song. The differences are just illusion and vanity. The sun's light looks a little different on this wall than it does on that wall, and a lot different on this other one, but it's still one light.

Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder. Help someone's soul heal. Walk out of your house like a shepherd.

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