Salam mmkhan
QuoteIt is believed that Rumi created his poems in a state of ecstasy, accompanying his verses by a whirling dance. After Shams's death Rumi had started in his grief to circle a pole in his garden, and speak the poetry, which was written down by scribes. However, listening to music and ecstatic prayer rituals were already before Rumi features of Sufism. In the 12th century dervishes emerged throughout the Islamic world. Dance was a rhythmic expression of dhikr, an Arabic word meaning 'remembrance'. The repetition of religious formulas, the dhkir, was based on Gur'an: "O believers, remember God often and give him glory at dawn and in the evening."
In the simple reed flute Rumi saw the metaphor for himself: "Listen to the reed, how it tells a tale, complaining of separateness." The sama', the mystical dance, was for Rumi more than a technique for meditation, it was the cosmic truth, the manifestation of the secret power of God. The sun dances on the sky, the Eternal is the axis, and the entire universe is dancing and whirling around Him. "Whatever there is, is only He, / your foot steps there in dancing: / The whirling, see, belongs to you, / and you belong to the whirling."
http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/rumi.htmThe ecstasy of the dance is to me totally foreign to me, maybe you might have experiences with that?
I am fascinated by the idea that Allah can be achieved through the words energy . .. Although I would rather try this with the Quran, as with any other words as the word of Allah is the best zikr.
I read
the love ist like a black lion poem that I find quite frightening:
QuoteLove's like a black lion, famished and ferocious, who only drinks the blood of the hearts of lovers. Love seizes you tenderly and drags you towards the trap. ...No one can escape his chains by trickery or madness; no sage can wriggle out of his nets by wisdom. ?Rumi (Teachings of Rumi, p. 81)
here the complete poem (translated with google translate) in german
der schwarze Fuerst der LiebeThe black prince of love
Poem by Dschela ed-Din Rumi
Love has robbed me of sleep: The prince does love.
Prince does not care about love soul and reason.
A black lion, he is hungry and wild,
The only drinks the life-blood of lovers.
Prince love grabs you and drags you then gently
To the pit: crashes into you, he looks at left.
Prince Love is a despot, a heartless judge,
The innocent tortured and abused.
Case you give him, in the hands, and you weep streams
Escape an gefrierst him and you turn to ice.
At every moment he smashes one thousand cups.
Sews one hundred dresses and then she tears to shreds.
Ten thousand eyes he making you cry,
And him that makes you laugh.
He slaughters one thousand down, and they are the same to him.
No one escapes his chains by craft or madness,
No one escapes its networks, as well as he was.
rather describes the Shaytan or love???
Salam
