The breeze at dawn - Rumi

Mawlana Jalaluddin Rumi says,


“The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you,

don’t go back to sleep.

You must ask for what you really want,

don’t go back to sleep.

People are going back and forth across the door sill.

The door is round and open,

don’t go back to sleep.

I would love to kiss you.

The price of kissing is your life.

Now my loving is running towards my life shouting,

what a bargain, let’s buy it!”


One has to be a seeker,

but before becoming a seeker one has to become a lover.

You cannot become a lover if you have filled of worldly attachments.

World is here in front of us,

to give us experiential knowledge, understanding

that it is a changeable transient entity.

Laugh, sing, dance, make love, have children, create houses, money and power.

And yet, in a moment death snatches everything and leaves you

shivering and shaking in fear and ultimately drowing in unconsciousness.


It is not possible to taste the Divine wine of love, if you haven’t met a Shaikh; a mystic.

One must become a ney, a reed flute.

One has to become empty, hollow,

then all the poetry and all the music will come through you.

This Divine Love occupies heart and mind

and then all universe seems as if it just the Beloved peeping to us.

From behind the sun, behind the stars and moon,

flowers and trees, man and woman, children and old.

Once this Divine Love makes its roots in the heart,

person gets overwhelmed, drenched in this beautiful experience,

where the mind goes into the zone of silence.

The whole universe then exhibits the Divine dance of love

One who has surrendered to the Lord is called a sufi.

The sufi sings the Zikr,


“La ilaha illalahu”

There is no reality but God, there is only God.

Zikr has three parts.

The first is the denial of everything visible.

Second is the explosion into the individual

and the third part is the out breathing of Divine presence: HU.

Sufi sings Hu; that which is, that which was and that which will be.


World becomes nothing more than an image stitched with gold thread in the tapestry, just the playful edition.

Drunk in love, the lover calls out in longingness to the one who resides in the heart, but still seems so far.


Nobody wishes a heaven if the price is death.

Nobody wishes for immortality, if the cost is death.

But this is what love is; death!

But from this arises the resurrection of new you,

pure, virgin, loveful and now the calls of the heart get answered.

Until the ego is alive, there is no possibility of love to happen.

When darkness of ego is blown away with longings, urgency, search of the truth, this becomes possible.

For Jalaluddin Rumi, it happened when Shams e Tabrezi arrived and stole his heart and mind.

And then the love occupied this vacuum.

Once someone asked Shams, whose head was full of ideas and desires, he said,

“tell me about Divine mystery.”

Shams said, “I cannot tell you the mystery.

I can tell this mystery only to someone in whom I can see myself.

This mystery I will tell only to myself.

I don’t see myself in you. I see someone else.”


The mind has to be emptied of all attachments, greed, passion, darkness.

And for this, the teacher; the Shaikh has to hit lovefuly until the mind is shattered.


The existence of the Beloved cannot be proven physically, nor it is a fantasy.

This presence at best has been given many many names in different cultures,

yet the presence remains nameless.

You may call it Allah, Bharaman, Reality, Truth or any other word.

Because that is what best mind can try to do; give the name to the nameless.

The Shaikh is a mirror, a reminder of that presence,

understanding of this mystery comes through the Shaikh

and it transforms all the energies of the seeker.


Rumi said, “I have phrases and whole pages memorized, but nothing can be told of love.

You must wait until you begin to live the love.

Be patient. Utterly patient.”

The journey which begins from love towards God

a moment comes in this journey when finally the union happens

all boundaries get dissolved.

Then this I is no more different from that.

As Al Hallaj Mansoor cried out, Anal Haqq

“I am That”(Truth) and then total emptiness.


I is no more. So who will call whom?

Just a vast emptiness. Which is best described by Sufis as “HU”

That which exists.

Hu means that which was, and will be.

No word can ever contain the infinitude presence

once the consciousness arises after this volcanic experience.

On asking, what happened to you?

Sufi says, HU.


Poem by Mawlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Narration by Anandmurti Gurumaa

Music composed by Kanchman Babbar

Ney by Kanchman Babbar

Rhythm by Babbi

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