Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,
Welcome at a new episode of our renown Haiku Kai, the place to be if you like to write and share Japanese poetry with the world. This month we are exploring the beauty of the poems by the Mystical Poet from Persia, Rumi.
Today I have a nice (but "very" long) poem for you. This poem is titled "The Dream That Must Be Interpreted", or short "The Dream" and it was taken from "The Essential Rumi" by Coleman Barks.
The Dream That Must Be Interpreted:
This place is a dream.
Only a sleeper considers it real.
Then death comes like dawn,
and you wake up laughing
at what you thought was your grief.
But there's a difference with this dream.
Everything cruel and unconscious
done in the illusion of the present world,
all that does not fade away at the death-waking.
and it must be interpreted.
All the mean laughing,
all the quick, sexual wanting,
those torn coats of Joseph,
they change into powerful wolves
that you must face.
The retaliation that sometimes comes now,
the swift, payback hit,
is just a boy's game
to what the other will be.
You know about circumcision here.
It's full castration there!
And this groggy time we live,
this is what it's like:
A man goes to sleep in the town
where he has always lived, and he dreams he's living
in another town.
In the dream, he doesn't remember
the town he's sleeping in his bed in. He believes
the reality of the dream town.
The world is that kind of sleep.
The dust of many crumbled cities
settles over us like a forgetful doze,
but we are older than those cities.
as a mineral. We emerged into plant life
and into the animal state, and then into being human,
and always we have forgotten our former states,
except in early spring when we slightly recall
being green again.
That's how a young person turns
toward a teacher. That's how a baby leans
toward the breast, without knowing the secret
of its desire, yet turning instinctively.
Humankind is being led along an evolving course,
through this migration of intelligences,
and though we seem to be sleeping,
there is an inner wakefulness
that directs the dream,
and that will eventually startle us back
to the truth of who we are.
© Rumi (taken from: The Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks)
inner feelings and emotions
And here is a haiku by my master, Matsuo Basho, on dreams:
snow on Mount Fuji -
Rosei creates the world
in his dream
And for closure one from my archives:
sharing my dreams
with everyone and everthing
a new spring dayas thousand birds sing their song
in praise of God
And now it is up to you my dear Haijin. This episode is NOW OPEN for your submissions and will remain open until March 29th at noon (CET). I will try to publish our new weekend-meditation episode later on. For now ... have fun!