Ghazal Of Rumi Poem by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Ghazal Of Rumi
I was dead, then alive.
Weeping, then laughing.
The power of love came into me,
and I became fierce like a lion,
then tender like the evening star.
He said, ‘You're not mad enough.
You don't belong in this house.'
I went wild and had to be tied up.
He said, ‘Still not wild enough
to stay with us! '
I broke through another layer
into joyfulness.
He said, ‘Its not enough.'
I died.
And this world will keep on saying even after death......So is life and so is human thoughts.
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6/8/2023 6:52:12 PM # 1.0.0.1113
These beautiful poem suggests to me that the attainment of true knowledge and enlightenment requires a form of higher madness, beyond the cruder from of madness, and the colloquial way of describing madness as being BESIDE oneself strikes me as quite accurate: you have to step outside and beyond your limiting small I to get there.