Januarie 3, 2011 in Sonder kategorie

“I died from minerality and became vegetable;
And From vegetativeness I died and became animal.
I died from animality and became man.
Then why fear disappearance through death?
Next time I shall die
Bringing forth wings and feathers like Angels;
After that, soaring higher than Angels –
What you cannot imagine,
I shall be that.” ~ Rumi

11 antwoorde op Rumi

  1. Angelor het gesê op Januarie 3, 2011

    🙂 You are already that which I cannot imagine..

  2. jr_hewing het gesê op Januarie 3, 2011

    maybe i’ll become me.

  3. abrham het gesê op Januarie 3, 2011

    another day

  4. palamino het gesê op Januarie 3, 2011


  5. palamino het gesê op Januarie 3, 2011

    you are you

  6. palamino het gesê op Januarie 3, 2011

    jip, annerdag…ne? 🙂

  7. ystervark het gesê op Januarie 3, 2011

    EK LOVE Rumi, het ‘n cd hier wat ek al gaar geluister het, my favourite is The Ocean – nie seker of jy ken nie?

  8. palamino het gesê op Januarie 4, 2011

    Ek het nie self daai cd nie, maar ek weet van een waar Demi Moore met so sout-en-peper stem vir Rumi voorlees. Dis verruklik!

  9. palamino het gesê op Januarie 4, 2011

    Mooi, ne? Ken jy sy werk? Hy het ‘n Facebook page waarvan ek net nie genoeg kan kry nie. Pure ekstase, soos ek van my poetry hou.

  10. is dit nie bevrydend om nie meer die dood te vrees nie

  11. Het hierdie gekry, en dit som vir my alles so goed op wat Rumi ons probeer leer het:

    Standing on the bare ground, my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball – I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me – I am part or particle of God.The name of the nearest friend sounds then foreign and accidental: to be brothers, to be acquaintances-master or servant, is then a trifle, and a disturbance. I am a lover of uncontained and immortal beauty. In the wilderness, I have something more connate and dear than in the streets or villages. In the tranquil landscape, and especially in the distant line of the horizon, man beholds somewhat as beautiful as his own nature.

    — Excerpt from Ralph Waldo Emerson’s essay – Nature

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