Whether you believe in Hallmark Card Days like Valentine’s Day or not, this week would be a good time to think of someone you love, either alive or passed. In the journaling classes I teach, I often suggest writing a love letter or poem to someone. Whether you send it or not is not important, the important thing is that you express what is in your heart. My dad passed away twenty-one years ago, and I always use this day to write him and tell him how much I miss him and what is going on in my life.
Lately, for my doctoral studies, I have been reading a great deal of the Sufi poet, Rumi and I am blown away by his words and sentiments. There are numerous translations of Rumi’s work, but have found the translations by Coleman Barks to be the post powerful and compelling. As Barks says in his introduction to The Essential Rumi, his poems, “are food and drink, nourishment for the part that is hungry for what they give. Call it soul,” (p. xv). Barks goes on to say that his poems help us feel what living in “the ruins feels like…heartbroken, wandering, wordless, lost, and ecstatic for no reason. It’s the psychic space his poems inhabit” (p. xvi). All these feelings are what we all feel now and then and that’s why his poems have resonated with me and so many others over the years. They just fill us up when we are empty and illuminate all that is good when we feel good.
It’s not easy choosing one of my favorite Rumi love poems … I simply adore all of them … but to me, this one is a keeper to be read over and over again.
Buoyancy
by Rumi
Love has taken away my practices
and filled me with poetry.
I tried to keep quietly repeating,
No strength but yours,
but I couldn’t.
I had to clap and sing.
I used to be respectable and chaste and stable,
but who can stand in this strong wind
and remember those things?
A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself.
That’s how I hold your voice.
I am scrap wood thrown in your fire,
and quickly reduced to smoke.
I saw you and became empty.
This emptiness, more beautiful than existence,
it obliterates existence, and yet when it comes,
existence thrives and creates more existence!
The sky is blue. The world is a blind man
squatting on the road.
But whoever sees your emptiness
sees beyond blue and beyond the blind man.
A great soul hides like Muhammad, or Jesus,
moving through a crowd in a city
where no one knows him.
To praise is to praise
how one surrenders
to the emptiness.
To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes.
Praise, the ocean. What we say, a little ship.
So the sea-journey goes on, and who knows where!
Just to be held by the ocean is the best of luck
we could have. It’s a total waking up!
Why should we grieve that we’ve been sleeping?
It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been unconscious.
We’re groggy, but let the guilt go.
Feel the motions of tenderness
around you, the buoyancy.
HAPPY VALENTINE’S WEEK TO ALL MY READERS!
Namaste,
Diana


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