About Rumi. About mysticism without Rumi
(b. c. Sept. 30, 1207, Balkh [now in Afghanistan]-d. Dec. 17, 1273) Mysticism! How much in this sound is was merged in Russian heart (mmm, not only Russian, but Persian too)! Forgetting Rumi and anybody else a man searches mystic signs, wants them, is afraid of them and wants them more being charged by own fear and curiosity. When Rumi wrote his first poems about love and friendship - I wonder did somebody praise Rumi as a poet? Probably yes, but he is known more as a Sufi mystic. What secret knowledge did he search for? What kind of truth? “There is no other mirror for the truth But only heart inflamed with love” His way was weaved with people who inspirited him by their free thought through all his life. And his attitude to love and life outgrown the ordinary frames of perception and he looked for a rapture of pure inspiration (imho) His verses gave birth to dance of dervishes. Very specific. Ulamas think that he was a scientist and righteous man, not a dancer, but mystics saw him as an owner of a secret tenet. “So, heart, pure mirror, is given to the people To reflect infinity…” Rumi was definitely wise man. And his poetry, simple to first sight, is penetrated by the hidden, radiant sense. One having eyes surely will see! One will see in many appearances of life. What do we see in our life? Many people believe in signs which I can hardly interpret. Black cat crossing the road, dropped salt, handshaking over the threshold and many other - how people can think that salt or cat can bring a misfortune?! People don’t believe to God, but trust to these things! Where from are these things? What a power is provided them? Overwhelming mysticism! And much more interesting the fact is when something is happened happens people don’t infer any conclusions except of “well, yes of course for sure - black cat has crossed my way this morning!” And if to tell to somebody about some God’s action then he will only shrug his shoulders “don’t know, don’t know, it seems like a tale”. Hmm, it’s interesting, what strange and fantastic can be in the love? Rumi, I think, could answer people who say like that.