A Necessary Autumn Inside Each

Do you know Rumi? “Rumi was born near the city of Balkh, in what is now Afghanistan, then the easter edge of the Persian empire, on September 30, 1207. He was the descendant fo a long line of Islamic jurist, theologians, and mystics…When Rumi was still ayoung man, his family fled from Balkh, just ahead of the invading armies of Genghis Kahn … Rumi and his family travled to Damascus on on to Nishapur, where they met the poet and Teacher Fariduddin Attar, who recognized the teenaged boy Rumi as a great spirit….”

Bottom line: Rumi is one of the greatest poets of the ancient Muslim world — and actually, our modern world as well. His influence can be found throughout literature, music (David Crowder’s line, “And what was said to the rose to make it uncurl …” Rumi), and both the western and easter world.

Yeah, I’m a fan. Today, I found this poem and thought I’d share it:

You and I have spoken all these words, but as for the way we have to go, words are no preparation.

There is no getting ready, other than grace.

My faults have stayed hidden. One might call that a preparation! I have one small drop of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean. There are so many threats to it.

Inside each of us, there’s continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water. A crow sits in the blackened limbs and talks about what’s gone.

Then, your generosity returns: spring, moisture, intelligence, the scent of hyacinth and rose and cypress.

Joseph is back! And if you don’t feel in yourself the freshness of Joseph, be Jacob! Weep and then smile. Don’t pretend to know something you haven’t experienced.

There’s a necessary dying, and then Jesus is breathing again. Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are. You’ve been story for too many years.

Try something different. Surrender.”

Such beauty, echoing over so many hundreds of years. Rumi has helped me see that there probably aren’t so many differences between our world and that of our brothers in the Persian realms — at least, not like the media and some religious fanatics would have us subscribe to. And while we’re separated by thousands of miles, and hundreds of years, the beauty of the language still resonates in my soul.

And I’m not even a big fan of most poetry …

(quotes taken from Coleman Barks’ “The Soul of Rumi.”)


  1. societyvs Said:

    I like the poem!

  2. […] all-time favorite Rumi poems. Though intended for the summer-to-fall transition, his final words in “A Necessary Autumn Inside Each” are ones I intend to carry with me into the nascent days of spring as I embark on my untold […]

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