NO ROOM FOR FORM by RUMI

[Becky]

This poem by Rumi is dedicated to the spirit of Mindy Lutz....


NO ROOM FOR FORM

On the night when you cross the street
From your shop and your house
To the cemetery

You'll hear me hailing you from inside
The open grave, and you'll realize
How we've always been together.

I am the clear consciousness-core
Of your being, the same in
Ecstasy as in self-hating fatigue.

That night, when you escape your fear of snakebite
And all irritations with the ants, you'll hear
My familiar voice, see the candle being lit,
Smell the incense, the surprise meal fixed
By the lover inside all your other lovers.

This heart tumult is my signal
to you igniting in the tomb.
So don't fuss with the shroud
And the graveyard dust.
Those get ripped open and washed away
In the music of our final meeting.

And don't look for me in human shape,
I am inside your looking. No room
For form with love this strong.

Beat the drum and let the poets speak.
This is the day of purification for those who
Are already mature and initiated into what love is.

No need to wait until we die!
There's more to want here than money
And being famous and bites of roasted meat.

Now, what shall we call this new sort of gazing house
That has opened in our town where people sit
Quietly and pour out their glancing
Like light, like answering?

[Hubert]

Finally I got myself into the mood of not just reading through but listening.

"I am the clear consciousness-core
Of your being, the same in
Ecstasy as in self-hating fatigue."

"And don't look for me in human shape,
I am inside your looking. No room
For form with love this strong."

I dare to quote these lines as they struck me most ... the pain of the Self caused by duality, the depth of feeling the other as yourself.

[kaburt]

Beautiful lines "And don't look for me in human shape,
I am inside your looking. No room For form with love this strong."

Last week after reading Vasishta (Delhi reprint 2005)for 14 months I finally understood in V 14,15:

"between the experiencer (subject) and the experience (object) you are the experiencing. Knowing this remain in self knowledge.

When, abandoning this self you think of an object, then you become mind (subject), and thus become the subject of unhappiness"

which is the message in every one of the 112 ways to open the invisible door of consciousness as given by Siva to Devi and passed on by Swami Lakshmanjoo as the Vigyan Bhairava Tantra and translated by Paul Reps in Zen Flesh, Zen Bones as Centering (which Mukunda often refers to in the tantra lessons)....