I read Rumi several times
And every time I went through
the same sincere silence
That unites the human with the divine
Silence of Rumi as though
Is the silence Sublime—
The heart of all sounds!
I dove deep down that silence,
A child’s wonder of sort
Why do I start my poems with words?
When they end only with silence!
His silence is deep
Deep as the existence at the bottom of the ocean
Deep as the calmness of a wise man
And yet he is in conversation
With the silence
And through it, time and again
His silence is the silence of a flute
Empty, easy and melodious
It turns separation into liberation
Oh what a joy—Rumi’s silence!
His silence is an invitation
To join the journey of the soul
A sweet beacon to lose yourself
In the Self of existence
And yet it is conversational
You can toy with it safely
Who can turn his back
Having heard Rumi’s silence
In its sincerity
In its entirety
Who can escape from Rumi’s silence
Having been there for a moment
Who can not hear his silence
Having heard it with the thumps of his heart
Oh love! Go and meet this evening
Silence of Rumi in its serenity
Of heavens
This must be the highest
Of souls
This is the highest!
I quote...'Be pure emptiness. What is inside that? you ask. Silence is all I can say.' (Rumi) It was only recently I found Rumi, I became immediately enchanted by his wisdom. To be here now, to enjoy each present moment, is a joy we cannot buy, but by discipline and practise it comes, then a joy for all things natural. Thank you for leading me to your poems, I have enjoyed reading this one and have taken it with me to enjoy at leisure. Warm Regards Bob Blackwell
'We listen to words so we can silently reach into the other.' - Jelaluddin Rumi I first found Rumi when I was ten years old. Recognition of the silence of everything was as personal to me as the echo of my own heart beat coming back to me from the universe. After more that fifty years of reading Rumi, I still feel the silence and knowing of other masquerading as self. This is a wonderful response to Rumi... Thank you.
Oh Beloved! How I know & understand exactly what you describe so beautifully :)
I understand the paradox - that in order to explain the unexplainable, you need the very words that become unnecessary when you are immersed in that awesome silence beyond the beyond. I teach yoga from such a place, using words that appear in my head and allow me to take my students on a journey into their bodies and the art of self-knowing - words from the stillness that continue to surprise and delight me every day. Rumi does the same thing with original and exceptional clarity and beauty. Thanks for sharing this very intimate and very honest devotional response to his poetry. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
What a tribute to the great master of verse. Love permeates in Rumi's poetry through and through. Here you have glorified the silence of Rumi, in eternal words, Chakraborty.10+++ This is the first poem that goes to my favourite list.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rumi's silence full of intrigue and drama then comes his intense outburst, , , 'My head is bursting with the joy of the unknown' such a wonderful poet and scholar