The most beloved poet died on this day in 1273. It is called his “wedding day” as he believed he would be reunited with his beloved Shams who died in 1248.
Rumi has inspired many though these centuries to love and live fully. His love for Shams wrote 70,000 verses, as his scribe recorded his outpouring. Here follows one of my favorites.
That Lives in Us
If you put your hands on this ore with me, they will never harm another and they will come to find they hold everything you want.
If you put your hands on this ore with me, it would no longer lift anything to your mouth that might wound your precious land-That sacred earth that is your body.
If you put your soul against this oar with me, the power that made the universe will enter your sinew from a source not outside your limbs, but from the holy realm that lives in us.
Exuberant is existence, time a husk. When the moment cracks open, ecstasy leaps out and devours space; love goes mad with the blessings, like my words give.
Why lay yourself on the torturer’s rack of the past and future? The mind that tries to shape tomorrow beyond its capacities will find no rest.
Be kind to yourself, dear-to our innocent follies. Forget any sound or touch you knew that did not help you dance. You will come to see that all evolves us.
If you put your heart against the earth with me, in serving every creature, our beloved will enter you from our secret realm and we will be, we will be so happy.
Will you put your hands on this oar with me? How will you celebrate Rumi’s wedding day? Ki to Happiness has her hands on this oar.