poet Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

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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.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 30, 2010

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  • Rod MendietaRod Mendieta (12/18/2016 9:51:00 AM)

    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.

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  • M Asim NehalM Asim Nehal (12/18/2016 2:33:00 AM)

    And this world will keep on saying even after death......So is life and so is human thoughts.

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