rumi reminds me…

…to keep breaking your heart until it opens.

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Here’s a couple of his ditties “illuminated” with ballpoint pen in my sketchbook.

7 thoughts on “rumi reminds me…

  1. These two stories are so beautiful, and I love how you’ve placed them together. It reminds me of the tantric concept of an empty pot being full of emptiness, or negative space. Also the theme of water reminds me of my favorite Hafiz poem, which I always try to remember when i get stuck in my life:

    First,
    the fish needs to say
    “Somethin ain’t right about this damn camel ride,
    and I am feeling
    so
    damn
    thirsty.”

    -Hafiz.

    I also love this one (also Hafiz):

    Even after all these years
    the Sun never says to the earth
    “You owe me.”

    Look at what happens with a love like this
    it lights up the whole sky.
    -Hafiz.

    Sending you blessings in your continued work. I know i feel inspired by your process to keep working in my own.

    ~bird.

  2. Wow. Your writing/drawing has always knocked my socks off, and so (despite recent attempts to domesticate him as yet another New Age-y spiritual commodity for Westerners) has Rumi . . . Put ’em together, and that’s something else again. Marvelous.

    I’m struck by how close Rumi’s language and ideas are to those of the Jewish mystics, who also frequently use water as a symbol of life, fire for the spirit, etc. — and “the breaking of the vessels” is the image with which the Kabbalists explained creation!

    There is something odd, though, about the fit between Rumi’s stories and you, the storyteller retelling them. A lot of _Blankets_ seems to be about the attempt to get past the theology of dualism, with its sharp division of body from soul, at the expense of the former, to the profit of the latter. I’m among those who find that dualist legacy both oppressive and dangerous. So I always squirm a little when I read things like “The body itself is a screen . . .”

    But maybe this is just me seizing on the one thing about which I have misgivings. So much of the rest of these stories is about repudiating the kind of asceticism that treats embodiment as an obstacle to spiritual life: “A feeling of fullness comes, but usually it takes some bread to bring it.” The counsel here is self-nurturance, not self-denial.

    What do you think? What do you take from these stories, these images?

    Pardon these ramblings. I’m just an excitable academic who loves your stuff. Good luck bringing _Habibi_ to the world . . . and don’t forget to take care of the storyteller.

  3. wow these make me indescribably happy! Will you consider doing more in your spare time? Rumi or any poet or writer who inspires you… <3

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