If you like Coleman Barks’ translations of Rumi and already own Rumi: The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing, try this book. With its daily poems, you can jump-start your meditation session or use the poem to center yourself during your day. I most often read this at night, just before bed, and have found that it settles my dreams and gives me a clear headspace in the morning.
The best part about a daily inspirational reader like this one is that it’s quick and dirty: Get in, get out and get on with your enlightenment. For those of us with hectic schedules, demanding jobs and/or children, this is a true blessing. And I’m not really a daily reader kind of gal, either. Nor have I ever owned anything by James Dobson or Thomas Kincade. The thought of it just makes me want to vomit. But this little dose of joy, given as only Rumi can, brings me peace.
You’ll find some of your favorite poems…
The Guest House, Rumi
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they're a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.
… as well as some new little pieces of love:
Father Reason, Rumi
The universe is a form of divine law, your reasonable father.
When you feel ungrateful to him, the shapes of the world seem mean and ugly.
Make peace with that father, the elegant patterning, and every experience will fill with immediacy.
Because I love this, I am never bored. Beauty constantly wells up, a noise of springwater in my ear and in my inner being.
Tree limbs rise and fall like the ecstatic arms of those who have submitted to the mystical life.
Leaf sounds talk together like poets making fresh metaphors. The green felt cover slips, and we get a flash of the mirror underneath.
Think how it will be when the whole thing is pulled away! I tell only one-thousandth of what I see, because there's so much doubt everywhere.
The conventional opinion of this poetry is, it shows great optimism for the future.
But Father Reason says, No need to announce the future! This now is it. This. Your deepest need and desire is satisfied by the moment's energy here in your hand.
I’ve also skipped ahead and back in the book, looking for which poems are placed on significant dates in my life, and found interesting reflection there.
Hope you enjoy it!
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