Thursday, August 26, 2010

If You Don't

If you don't have the Beloved
why aren't you looking for Him?
If you have the Beloved
why aren't you rejoicing?

- Rumi, "Wood For His Fire"

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Let me paraphrase the great Rumi: If your life is fucked, why aren't you unfucking it? If you life is unfucked, why aren't you using it to its fullest?

Got it?


Always these questions are waiting to be answered. Always. Everyday. Rumi's Beloved, the one he calls out to in all of his poetry, calls out to as his lover, calls out to as the source of his drunkenness, his love, is God. Rumi was no drunk, but the aptness of the metaphor captured him - how else to describe the wooziness of connecting to the mystery behind the mystery? This is why Rumi should be read: he is an exemplar of the unfucked life.

I am not asking you to become a member of the dervishes, but to find the dervish inside you, to exult in your life, your capacity to DO and do so completely.

Viktor Frankl admonishes: "Don't aim at success - the more you aim at it and make it a target, the more you are going to miss it. For success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must ensue, and it only does so as the unintended side-effect of one's dedication to a cause greater than oneself or as the by-product of one's surrender to a person other than oneself. Happiness must happen, and the same holds for success: you have to let it happen by not caring about it. I want you to listen to what your conscience commands you to do and go on to carry it out to the best of your knowledge. Then you will live to see that in the long run - in the long run, I say! - success will follow you precisely because you had forgotten to think of it."

Perhaps I am simply an ass and I don't understand a single thing about any of this. My yammering is just that: yammering. If that is the case, then so be it, for I would rather know nothing than to pretend to be in the know. This is my surrender; this is my cause, my Beloved.

What is yours, my fucked friend? Can you set aside your misery, your fears, your doubt and simply let go into the mystery of your life, your consciousness? The longer you wait, the longer you wait and the time spent on the shore can never be replaced. A friend posted this on Facebook: "I'm here for a good time, not a long time."

Why are you waiting? Love your life enough to insist on something other than work, taxes, mediocrity and death. Were you born to fail? No, you were simply born - everything else is up to you. So, ask yourself: what have I wrought? For as surely as night follows day, you have created every detail of your life by your own hand - intentionally or not. If you don't have the Beloved, why aren't you looking for Him? If you do have the Beloved, why aren't you rejoicing?

The Beloved is you.

Now get to it.

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O seeker,
These thoughts have such power over you.
From nothing you become sad.
From nothing you become happy.

You are burning in the flames
But I will not let you out
until you are fully baked,
fully wise,
and fully yourself.

- Rumi


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