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Encircled My Heart

Encircled My Heart

 

Love came,
and became like blood in my body.
It rushed through my veins and
encircled my heart.
Everywhere I looked,
I saw one thing.
Love’s name written
on my limbs,
on my left palm,
on my forehead,
on the back of my neck,
on my right big toe…
Oh, my friend,
all that you see of me
is just a shell,
and the rest belongs to love.~Rumi

 


My take:

In Persian, there are four levels of friendship each relating to a degree in closeness and intimacy: Aashenaa (to know someone casually), Doost (a close friend), Rafeegh (your best friend) and Yaar (your inseparable lover).
Yaar is the subject. Being fully alive is the point. Being fully you. Nature is just itself. Fully itself. Fully alive. Nature doesn’t ask permission to blossom cherry trees. It just does. So too we need to be fully human. Fully ourselves. Fully us without asking permission. Just live and breath. That is enough. A fully alive you. Then you can have Yaar with your lover. Be yourself. You are nature, and nature takes care of itself. No excuses. You are a wonderful miracle of life, just the way you are.

 

Location: Persia

Date: 1207 – 1273

 

Rumi was born to native Persian speaking parents,likely in the village of Wakhsh. The most important influences upon Rumi, besides his father, are said to be the Persian poets Attar and Sanai. Rumi in one poem express his appreciation: “Attar was the spirit, Sanai his eyes twain, And in time thereafter, Came we in their train” and mentions in another poem: “Attar has traversed the seven cities of Love, We are still at the turn of one street”. His father was also connected to the spiritual lineage of Najm al-Din Kubra.
Invitation:
This is a call to connection – as within, so without.  Together, we will create a virtual spiritual community of Inquiry, Sharing, Wisdom and Wonder.  I look forward to hearing from you. Share your thoughts, comments, or I’ll even publish your story. Feel free to write.   With Metta and Namaste,   Drew

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