Humble living does not diminish. It fills.
Going back to a simpler self gives wisdom.
— Selected Poems: Rumi, p. 146
Somehow after 911, we entered an era of fearing muslim or certain religious ideology around the extreme. Whether it is a man-made peril or any conspiracy behind it, I’m not here to judge. Only I chose this book for poems (Selected Poems: Rumi), thinking it is always the genre that representing a purity in human kind.
Rumi’s poetry is the first poetry that I read in muslim culture background. However, the resemblance of Chinese, Buddhism and many other cultures is amazing. For centuries, we are all singing and praising for the falling leaves in autumn; drawing attention to the snowflakes landed on our noses; and also writing ode to what we would like become or what touched deeply in our soul. The “soul”, frequently mentioned in Rumi’s poems or Christian culture, actually have its equivalent in either Chinese or Buddhism culture, bearing a different name.
All these poems calmed me down. As I believed, once upon a time, the human kind and humanity were similar and simple, maybe it’s the money or the fast life style in the shadow of consumption drifted us apart; but the search for emptiness and a world beyond the dissolving ego has always been there.
Those ancient wisdom passes on, used, lived and sometimes twisted by people who are still trying to survive the chaos.
Sit down and read some poems! Not poems that are actually dull sentences containing more paragraph breaks, but the poems that could connect us to the world, the nature, the universe once we knew and we are still trying to figure out.