Rumi was considered one of the greatest literary geniuses because “he addresses the most important subject that can be addressed: the human beings relationship with the Divine, with Truth itself. He penetrated to the Heart of Reality and returned with the fragrance and flavor of Truth.” (Kabir Helminski)
This is from The Essential Rumi. Translations by Coleman Barks. From CB:
“Rumi has a whole theory of language based on the reed flute (ney). Beneath everything we say, and within each note of the reed flute, lies a nostalgia for the reed bed. Language and music are possible only because we are empty, hollow, and separated from the source. (Ahhh the paradox!)
All language is longing for home. Why is there not a second tonality, he muses, a note in praise of the craftsman’s skill, which fashioned the bare cylinder into a ney, the intricate human form with its nine holes?”
My Answer to Rumi about the Language of Love:
Voicing truth of feelings we end denying shadow self. Safety abides.
Empty of the past, its pain and story we set a new tone: Dominion
A space to hear the Call and Song of the Muses.
This respect grows along with intuition:
Trusts that Light the way and are the Way.
A Flute, my notes are Source…more! This honors us both.
Never alone again, Music and I are Partners/One.
I AM HOME. Flourishing.
Home is where the Heart is: I speak the language of Love....
I Am the Nine ......More.
Dear Rumi, I know you knew that – you just wanted to see if I did!
In deep gratitude I share with you my heart’s Flute Song knowings. Thank you.
I Love You, Nancy, a Swan – no longer an Ugly Duckling
The Reed Flute’s Song by Rumi – translated by Coleman Barks
Listen to the story told by the reed,
of being separated.
“Since I was cut from the reedbed,
I have made this crying sound.
Anyone apart from someone he loves
understands what I say.
Anyone pulled from a source
longs to go back.
At any gathering I am there,
mingling in the laughing and grieving,
spirit up from body; no concealing
that mixing. But it’s not given us
to see the soul. The reed flute
is fire, not wind. Be that empty.”
Hear the love fire tangled
in the reed notes, as bewilderment
melts into wine. The reed is a friend
to all who want the fabric torn
and drawn away. The reed is hurt
and salve combining. Intimacy
and longing for intimacy, one
song. A disastrous surrender
with a fine love, together. The one
who secretly hears this is senseless.
A tongue has one customer, the ear.
A sugarcane flute has such effect
Because it was able to make sugar
in the reedbed. The sound it makes
is for every one. Days full of wanting,
let them go by without worrying
that they do. Stay where you are
inside such a pure, hollow note.
Every thirst gets satisfied except
that of these fish, the mystics,
who swim a vast ocean of grace
still somehow longing for it!
No one lives in that without
being nourished every day.
But if someone doesn’t want to hear
the song of the reed flute,
it’s best to cut conversation
short, say goodbye, and leave.