Mystical Love Poetry: Rumi Would Have Laughed

When I write poetry I often wonder who is really writing it. From whence does it come? It just comes upon me. I get still and the first line comes. I do not know where it will lead. As the poem takes shape, it is my attempt to put words on some inner current coursing through me.

I really don’t know much in a formal or scholarly way about the writing of poetry. It is likely that most of the mystical love poets didn’t either. I have been deep in the study of the nature of beingness, the study of who we are, not as a mental pursuit, but as an experiential exploration, most of my life. Poetry is my translation of the Divine.

Since my awakening as a teenager, mystical love poetry has been a living thing. Even then, as I opened sacred texts, I found the words were a living energy that somehow came in through my eyes and began to make a circuit of energy all through me. I found myself transported to places the writer or poet had been when they wrote it.

Mystical love poetry expresses a state of consciousness, a state of being. I have always thought the great spiritual teachers and mystics to be the greatest of pioneers, willing to go beyond the reaches of the body, mind and emotions into the Great Nothingness, to the all-abiding Oneness.

In direct communion with this Oneness the poet follows the flow. The Poet hears the song, the melody and then translates it into words. Like a symphony, first he hears the flute, lets talk about the flute, then she hears the cello, oh my God, you must listen to the cello! Then the violins, a whole group of sounds, like a flock of birds flying as one. The poet becomes the sound, becomes the symphony, is the instrument being played. Ecstasy!

I am madly in love with the great mystic love poets, Rumi, Hafiz, and Kabir to name a few. Rumi is a favorite, I deeply love Rumi! I reach out to many poets, authors and speakers to find the spell of their words. The words are the tracks which I follow back to find out who or what made the track, back to the essence of God.
This is the task of the poet. To leave a trail of breadcrumbs that others may follow, and in the following find something of great value. What makes a mystical love poet greater or lesser is how well they know the way to this upwelling source.

Excerpt from my book of mystical love poetry, Rumi Would Have Laughed.

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Win