The Day I Stopped Wanting Things

Описание к видео The Day I Stopped Wanting Things

"Delve into the profound spiritual teachings inspired by Rumi’s wisdom, exploring themes of abundance, divine essence, and the human condition. This content reflects on the nature of identification and the limitations of living through material attachments, offering a transformative journey toward true spiritual fulfillment. By drawing from the concept of emptiness and transcending the ego, we move beyond worldly identifications, such as wealth, status, and mental constructs, and instead align ourselves with our divine nature, which is limitless and eternal.

The text begins by discussing the role of the mind and ego in shaping our perceptions of the world. From a young age, we are taught to prioritize survival through material success and social relationships, forming a mental model of ourselves and others. These identifications, while necessary for early development, are ultimately restrictive, leading to a superficial understanding of life. Rumi's poetry challenges us to recognize that our true essence is not tied to these external factors but resides in a state of emptiness and formlessness—a space free from the distractions of the material world.


These are the poems in this section:

Pour the wine excessively, for you are the king of the cupbearers,
You are not of the earthly beings; you are of heavenly creation.
Two thousand pitchers of wine cannot match your one sip,
Where does earthly wine come from, and where does the wine of the soul originate?
The wine and sweetness of this world, like the world, hold no loyalty,
But the wine and the divine goblet are eternal, like God.
Heart and soul, and a hundred hearts and souls, are a sacrifice to that beauty,
Other than the form you carry, what do you have in common with earthly beings?
Strike the fire you hold in the world of restlessness,
Split the heart of the smoky dome with your fire.
Give wings to the soul, for many wings have been broken,
You broke the soul's wings for a wisdom you know.
My words, in sobriety, have no charm, O soul,
Bestow a double gift of the goblet, since you take speech from me.
For whatever the intoxicated say, they only speak of wine,
The soul does not make a journey except with the sail of wine.
Not like the wheel of a catapult that offers no hand from afar,
Who can reach towards you, when you are such a generous soul?
Bring the eye to union, for it has fallen in your absence,
Turn the heart of the king upside down, just for a brief moment.
Give that pure wine, for within it, all other wines have dissolved,
To the beauty of that one who, in their presence, leaves no signs behind.
You sell celestial beauty to earthly beings,
But if you look carefully at the face, it is nothing but a test.
You are the messenger, and like the Prophet, you are a rose; do not say, "I am just a leaf,"
For in your eternal presence, every autumn will die from your rose.
You are a beloved rose, and the beauty of good fortune,
Half of the world's roses and beauty come from you

Even if for a thousand days you remain severed from the world,
The love for you will not leave the heart of a familiar soul.
What a wonder that the heart remains departed until the Day of Judgment,
Neither the heart nor its love departs, even for a moment, from the unseen.
Even if I abandon my life in search of your face,
What will my heart, torn apart, do with this sacrifice?
When my heart melts all night with the fire of your love,
How could anyone endure such hidden longing, even for a moment?
I ran into the core of my soul, declaring the annihilation of desire,
That neither yearning nor heart-stealing should remain with my soul.
In response to that heart you had placed within me,
What use is the soul when you can grasp it with your hand?
You are like death that rises with sorrow,
Who would remain at this moment to call you an infidel?
When the heart knows you, it no longer speaks of you,
You will reach that moment of clarity when you no longer remain in your self.
When I rise in your love, I melt away in your sorrow,
For I won’t remain in sorrow if you no longer dwell in sorrow.
If you come with your drunken eyes and a playful glance,
You will remain in a thousand forms, as you stay true to your essence.
When you, with those kind eyes, look upon me with affection,
I remain lost in the sorrow of time, in the dream of love.
Neither world nor religion will I understand, once you carve your mark on my heart,
Lost in the story of time, I will be annihilated in love.
My heart and faith were lost in that moment,
When you inscribed me with the touch of your beloved lips.
When I gazed upon your love and reached into your heart,
Hafez said nothing of my heart, nor spoke any stories.
   / @rumisrevelations  

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