“Sit, be still, and listen, because you’re drunk and we’re at the edge of the roof.” ― Rumi
Dear Status Quo,
We both know this can’t go on, not they way it’s been going…so you’ve got to go. We can’t take you anymore. You have outstayed your welcome and you must leave immediately.
I know you’ve been here a long time and some people are counting on you to stay but nothing is forever and frankly there are so many more of us who want you gone. We are quite adamant about it…in fact we demand it!
The way you carry on is unsustainable.
You said you’d change and we believed you only to be let down again.
The truth is we can no longer afford your frivolous ways and outlandish and wasteful behavior. You’ve damn near wrecked our home and now it’s our future selves and our children who’ll be cleaning up the mess that you’ll leave behind.
Put down that drink and wake up! Do you ever listen?
Hey YOU!!! Do we need to yell?
Get out now! Never come back….
As a witness to 45 years of history I am thinking thoughts I never would have imagined years ago when at first I began to pay conscious attention to what’s was going on around me.
It’s funny how history can rewrite itself before one’s very eyes and yes indeed the victors do write and rewrite history over and over again….
It’s so easy to ignore it all…It’s hard to take. But as time goes on and events play out I am forced to concede that everything is not what it pretends to be and no matter how crazy I tell myself THAT is…I can’t help but begin to believe it.
It’s not that I don’t have hope. I am loaded with it and it is not just blind faith. I go on evidence. I see people waking up and realizing that if we don’t open our eyes and have the courage to say what we really think and how we really feel about what is going on, one day it will be too late. No one will come and save us. We have to save ourselves.
“One of the saddest lessons of history is this: If we’ve been bamboozled long enough, we tend to reject any evidence of the bamboozle. We’re no longer interested in finding out the truth. The bamboozle has captured us. It’s simply too painful to acknowledge, even to ourselves, that we’ve been taken. Once you give a charlatan power over you, you almost never get it back.”
His words were simple and earthy. Words that came straight to the point, jutting out at odd angles, all the while meandering along the sandy bank, flowing along with the gentle stream. Words that reflected a quiet beauty; a oneness with nature conveyed in tiny jagged pieces that formed an exquisite mosaic of thought and feeling.
He wrote of love in such a simple and honest way and his words have inspired countless romantics on their quest to find their other half.
The general theme of Rumi’s thought, like that of other mystic and Sufi poets of Persian literature, is essentially that of the concept of tawhid — union with his beloved (the primal root) from which/whom he has been cut off and become aloof — and his longing and desire to restore it.
All the quotes that follow are his…
Daylight, full of small dancing particles. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
“There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don’t you?”
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there
When the soul lies down in that grass
The world is too full to talk about
“The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.”
“The most alive moment comes when those who love each other meet each other’s eyes and in what flows between them.”
“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.”
Lovers find secret places inside this violent world where they make transactions with beauty.
Reason says nonsense.
I have walked and measured the walls here, there are no places like that.
Love says, there are.
“Wherever you are, and whatever you do, be in love.”
Here’s to green fields and sunshine, blue skies ,timeless poetry and infinite LOVE ♥
May this romantic month bring you your heart’s desire.
Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Balkhī , also known as Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī and more popularly in the English-speaking world simply as Rumi (September 30, 1207 – December 17 1273) was a 13th-century Persian poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mystic. Rumi’s importance is considered to transcend national and ethnic borders. His poems have been widely translated into many of the world’s languages and transposed into various formats. In 2007, he was described as the “most popular poet in America.