Wisdom brings a wholeness
which understands its own ignorance.
Someone with a little knowledge denies this,
but those who study their lives long and
diligently know that they do not
know anything.
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the aristocracy of the heart
collect and keep happy experiences
Tawazu’ in Sufic terms
means something more than hospitality.
It is laying before one’s friend willingly what one has,
in other words sharing with one’s friend all the
good one has in life, and with it,
enjoying life better.
When this tendency
to tawazu’ is developed, things that
give one joy and pleasure become more enjoyable by
sharing with another. This tendency comes from the aristocracy
of the heart. It is generosity and even more than generosity. For the
limit of generosity is to see another pleased in his pleasure,
but to share one’s own pleasure with another is greater
than generosity. It is a quality which is foreign
to a selfish person, and the one who
shows this quality is on the
path of saintliness.
in your light i learn how to love
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.
eventually we have to taste to know
and Rumi’s poetry, are reminders of experience,
larger and deeper ways we readers and listeners might live.
The words describe a taste of grandeur and love, and as they keep
telling us, you cannot do that: it’s impossible to describe such
wonders. The great winetasters may come as close as one
can get. But try to tell me, really, about a pistachio,
or something you have never tasted. Say what
you want, eventually we have
to taste to know.
commentary on The Drowned Book
let your eyes get clear enough
Having anxieties and feeling sad
about being alive is like piling black mud
and garbage on your head. The mud slides over
your eyes and the rubbish infects them. You can’t
see and you get sick. Everyone does this at some
time. Try to stop doing it. Let your eyes get
clear enough to see the beauty
around you.
O giver of worriedness and grief,
remove me from my being. Give me the peace
of not-being. This prayer, if you can pray it, will wash
the mud off your head. There is a beloved who pours muddy
water over the head of the lover, and there is a lover who
says, I cannot see you with my eyes, but the drops
of muddy water on my eyelashes are filled
with the rose of your face.