Rumi, as he is known worldwide, was a passionate and profound mystic, poet, and true lover of the Divine. His impact on those that take time to meditate on his outpouring of love is nothing less than profound.
He described the indescribable. He gave us a glimpse of a sweet but often buried memory which knows the essence of the soul, the real self that nothing outside of us can know, describe or interact with. He gave us a stunning portrayal of the only thing that is constant and never changes – Brahman, the Divine, Mother, Father, God.
Rumi was born in 1207. He wrote his master sobriquet, Mawlana/Molana (“Our Master”) consisting of over 60,000 poems and left the body in 1273.
They perform the famous Sufi dance that is known as the Sama ceremony.
If you’ve ever seen the Whirling Dervishes, it’s something you won’t soon forget. They are mesmerizing.
Rumi’s family tradition was that of Islamic preachers of the liberal Hanafi rite.
Here is a portion of a Rumi poem entitled;
When you do things from your soul,
you feel a river moving in you, a joy.
When actions come from another section,
the feeling disappears.
Don’t let others lead you. They may be blind or,
Reach for the rope of God. And what is that?
Putting aside self-will.