I would not describe myself as a "cryer". In fact, I'm a rather pragmatic philosopher and a self-proclaimed secularist. I first encountered Rumi at a yoga class my girlfriend strong-armed me into checking out. The class was a combination of challenging physical poses, breathing meditations and at it's weekly close, we would all lie on the floor in what is called aptly, the "dead body pose". Our instructor would run us through a series of deep breathing exercises, then read to us from Rumi. The first time I experienced this reading, I cried. From that day forward, I have kept a collection of Rumi's poems on my alter and after morning meditation, I open the book at random and read, trusting that Rumi's mystic wisdom will find me and provide prose that something within me will recognize. Frequently, I am moved to tears by what I have discovered. I find Rumi's poetry to reduce me to what I really am and to create an expansion in me, as well...this paradox is powerful medicine and inspires a moment of true humility in me that is much more difficult to identify with in my day-to-day ego-centric comings and goings.
Rumi is every bit as much a part of my daily spiritual practice as the practice itself. Thank you for doing some a beautiful piece on such a gift of a man!
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