Rumi, Islamic mysticism ( Sufi)

Rumi, Islamic mysticism ( Sufi)

[ OSHO comments on Sufism –

“I  was raw, now I  am cooked and burnt.”

Jalaluddin, the greatest Sufi, says, "These three words contain my whole life."

If you are separate, you are raw. If you join together with existence, you are cooked. And if you disappear absolutely, without leaving even a shadow of the ego, you are burnt.]

 Jalaluddin Rumi was born in 1207 C.E. in Balkh. This city was then in the Persian province of Khorasan but is now in Afghanistan. 

 Rumi is today thought of being a Persian mystic and poet and is closely identified with Sufism and Sufi mysticism. This Sufism being a mysticism within Islam where devotees sought a mystical union with God.

From around 1232 C.E. and the arrival of one of his fathers former Balkh students in Konya Rumi was thoroughly familiarised with doctrines of Sufism that had emerged in Persia and in 1240 C.E. he was recognised as being a Shaykh in his own right.

Rumi 30,000 verses of poetry, the Lyrics of Shams of Tabrìz, expressing his feelings at the disappearance of his friend  One of these friendships again inspired poetry, notably the epic poem Masnavi I Ma'navi (Spiritual Couplets), which has had an immense influence on Islamic literature and thought.

Rumi believed passionately in the use of music, poetry and dance as a path for reaching God. For Rumi, music helped devotees to focus their whole being on the divine and to do this so intensely that the soul was both destroyed and resurrected. It was from these ideas that the practice of 

[The word "Sufi"

A few things about this word 'Sufi'. An ancient Persian dictionary has this for the entry 'Sufi'... the definition given goes in rhyme: SUFI CHIST -- SUFI, SUFIST. WHO IS A SUFI? A SUFI IS A SUFI. This is a beautiful definition. The phenomenon is indefinable. 'A Sufi is a Sufi.' It says nothing and yet it says well. It says that the Sufi cannot be defined; there is no other word to define it, there is no other synonym, there is no possibility of defining it linguistically, there is no other indefinable phenomenon. You can live it and you can know it, but through the mind, through the intellect, it is not possible. You can become a Sufi -- that is the only way to know what it is. You can taste the reality yourself, it is available. You need not go into a dictionary, you can go into existence. – OSHO]

Rumi’s Poems

Why should I seek? I am the same as
He. His essence speaks through me.
I have been looking for myself

Mewlana had been spontaneously composing ghazals (Persian poems), and these had been collected in

His epitaph reads:

‘When we are dead, seek not our tomb in the earth, but find it in the hearts of men.’

I died as a mineral and became a plant, I died as plant and rose to animal, I died as animal and I was Man. Why should I fear? When was I less by dying? Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar With angels bless'd; but even from angelhood I must pass on: all except God doth perish. When I have sacrificed my angel-soul, I shall become what no mind e'er conceived. Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existence Proclaims in organ tones, To Him we shall return.

Come, come, whoever you are, Wanderer, idolater, worshiper of fire,
Come even though you have broken your vows a thousand times,
Come, and come yet again.
Ours is not a caravan of despair

[Suphism and OSHO

Sufism is not something that can be shown, proved, examined, certified, sanctioned. It is so interior. It is so unavailable to the outer senses and outer criterions that only one who is a Sufi will recognize it. Nobody else can recognize it.

Sufism is not concerned with knowledge. Its whole concern is love, intense, passionate love: how to fall in love with the whole, how to be in tune with the whole, how to bridge the distance between the creation and the creator.]

This Corus is meant for Children but will it not mean something for the elders as well ?

( Read through the first column and continue with the next )

Show me a river, 
I'll show you an ocean, 
Show you a castle, 
Turned into sand 

For we rise and we fall, 
And we crash on the coastline, 
But only our love will last till the end 

Fortune is fleeting 
Time is deceiving 
Bodies are weak and they turn into dust 

All following blindly, 
But Love is like lightning, 
It strikes only one time 
And ain't it enough 

Ain't it enough, 
To live by the ways of the world 
To be part of the picture 
Whatever it's worth 
Throw your arms around each other 
And love one another 
For it's only one life that we've got 
And ain't it enough 

Surely all people were made for each other 
To join in together When the days turn to dust 
So the let the prison walls crumble, 
And the borders all tumble 
There's a place for us all here 
And ain't it enough 

I'll show you an ocean, 
With stars just like diamonds, 
All shining above 

Oh, where the heavens are beaming, 
And all the worlds dreaming, 
For peace everlasting, 
And ain't it enough 

Chorus: 
Ain't it enough, 
To live by the ways of the world, 
To be part of the picture, 
Whatever it's worth, 
Throw your arms around each other 
And love one another 
For it's only one life that we've got, 
And ain't it enough 

Ain't it enough