Read Rumi – Your Time Won’t Go In Vain

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BY NAMITA BHALADHARE

Some speak to your heart, some to your mind. But those who choose to speak to your soul will stay there forever. A mystic poet Jalalud’din Rumi was born in the 13th century BC in Persia, to give the world a sense of joy and make them touch their soul with his words. He was a man who abandons his academic path to write a mystical poem in search of his beloved. Today he is amongst most read poet in this world, for his words are bound to touch you, move you and stay with you forever.

For we all walk from the cradle of womb to tomb of death. For each passing through a journey of joy and sorrow, for we all climb ladders of success and failure, for we all miss and regret few things in life. For we all miss something more important in life. For we all hold back things for too long. For we all hate each other unnecessarily. For we all learn very late, it’s always better to let go. And there comes a time when you read Rumi and he says ‘there is nothing meaningful in this world but surrender.’

For we all go from one door to another asking for love. Love to cross an ocean for, love to leave loved one for, love which tangle in our heart with endless joy, when no one hear our words. You knock the door of Rumi and he says ‘you must marry your soul. That wedding is the way. Union with the world is sickness.

For we all lose faith in ourselves once in a while when darkness stay with us longer than sunshine, For we all think we cannot as we lose trust in ourselves. Rumi silently converses with us ‘Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion’ and ‘you are not meant for crawling, you have wings learn to use them’

For we all worry unreasonably for a long time for an uncertain future and regrettable past, for we all crave for attention for superfluous reason, For spend days thinking all the possible reason why things can go wrong. At that time Rumi articulates ‘Never lose hope, my heart, miracles dwelt in the invisible. Be empty of worrying. Think of who created thought! Why do you stay in prison? When the door is so wide open?

For failure is bound to knock at your door one day, and you cry over your lost battle, for your true love may not love you back they way you love them which will hurt you. Then you walk slowly to Rumi doorstep where he will take you in his arms and whispers slowly ‘Tend to your vital heart, and all that you worry about will be solved. Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.’

For he will take you beyond your mundane trouble and invite you to dine with yourself, He will tell you ‘Everything you now see will vanish like a dream.’ He will ask you to abandon you sorrow and will enlighten you ‘listen to me, for one moment quit being sad. Hear blessings dropping their blossoms around you.’ For he will remove some baggage from your heavy heart and say, ‘People want you to be happy. Don’t keep serving them your pain! If you could untie your wings and free your soul of jealousy, you and everyone around you would fly up like doves.”

For I know nothing much, but a journey inward, for I know nothing much but to read Rumi.

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