Authors note: If you are one of many who have written asking about information on Sufism, or asked to learn more about Tom himself, I commend to you Tom’s comment to the post on Love Dogs. We continue today discussing Rumi’s poetry, let’s hope Tom gives us some insight here as well.
In an untitled poem attributed to Rumi he begins:
Today like every other day, we wake up empty
And frightened. Don’t open the door to the study
And begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are a hundred ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
I love the phrase, “Let the beauty we love be what we do.” It expresses a sense of completeness that we have when we work on something we love. I had such a feeling when I was on the Court. I believe it is something we all strive to obtain with varying degrees of success. I am trying now to recapture that sense of wholeness. I can’t return to the Court, but as Rumi says, “There are a hundred ways….”
That said, the image I focus on today is the awakening empty and frightened. Rumi counsels to take down the musical instrument. I remember listening to Kelley working through her teenaged anxieties by playing the piano. She would come upstairs after such a session with a look of total peace. I have had friends who instinctively knew that they needed to pick up the guitar, the violin, or simply bang on the drums until they had worked through their loneliness or fears. I notice now that many athletes wear headphones or ear pieces listening to music before the game or event. Do you think that is what Rumi meant or perhaps he is saying something else? What about those poor souls like me who have a tin ear, and no ability to even play the harmonica? Perhaps, Rumi would answer my question by saying. There are many ways to make music and an instrument is but one, “There are a hundred ways….”
Your Friend, Webb