When you meet a master swordsman
Show him your sword.
When you meet a man who is not a poet,
Do not show him your poem.


Wednesday, 23 December 2009

'My heart is burning with love'

My heart is burning with love
All can see this flame
My heart is pulsing with passion
like waves on an ocean

my friends have become strangers
and I’m surrounded by enemies
But I’m free as the wind
no longer hurt by those who reproach me

I’m at home wherever I am
And in the room of lovers
I can see with closed eyes
the beauty that dances

Behind the veils
intoxicated with love
I too dance the rhythm
of this moving world

I have lost my senses
in my world of lovers


Reproduced here are the words of Rumi, a Thirteenth Century Sufi mystic. If you were to describe such an intoxicated state to a psychitrist you would be at risk of detention under our Govenment endorsed Mental Health Act. You may be deemed a danger to society or yourself. If any of the great historical figures from the spiritual story of mankind were to raise their heads from the sea of souls and declare thier presence, they would be detained, viewed with suspicion and derision. It is strange is it not that a person who recognises the divinity within them and feels ready to become a beecon of Love is likely to find them selves in psychiatric care while the insanity of our civilised society which polutes and destroys all it touches, is seen as sane, rational and reasonable.

Which of these do you feel is true Madness?