Minggu, 17 Januari 2010

Our death is our wedding with eternity.
What is the secret? "God is One."
The sunlight splits when entering the windows of the house.
This multiplicity exists in the cluster of grapes;
It is not in the juice made from the grapes.
For he who is living in the Light of God,
The death of the carnal soul is a blessing.
Regarding him, say neither bad nor good,
For he is gone beyond the good and the bad.
Fix your eyes on God and do not talk about what is invisible,
So that he may place another look in your eyes.
It is in the vision of the physical eyes
That no invisible or secret thing exists.
But when the eye is turned toward the Light of God
What thing could remain hidden under such a Light?
Although all lights emanate from the Divine Light
Don't call all these lights "the Light of God";
It is the eternal light which is the Light of God,
The ephemeral light is an attribute of the body and the flesh.
...Oh God who gives the grace of vision!
The bird of vision is flying towards You with the wings of desire.

(Mystic Odes 833)

This is one of my favorite's poems. Rumi described a very beautiful relationship with The Omni Perfect. I love the way he illustrated of death, soul and love. That's all.

Selasa, 12 Januari 2010

Anak-anak sudah selesai Ulangan Semester Ganjil. Hari-hari sekolah adalah melihat pengumuman nilai n kegiatan remidi buat kelas 7 dan 8. Sementara kelas 9 masih fokus persiapan Ujian Nasional. Pemandangan kantor guru adalah koreksi sambil mendengarkan berita TV. Yup, di kantor sekolah tu TV lebih didengar daripada dilihat.
Aku sendiri masih baru rampung dengan penyelesaian akhir edit soal tryout bareng teman-teman di MGMP. Di edit lagi ya keliatan juga masih saja ada yang perlu direpair. Barusan ni tadi kusetorkan hasilnya ke pak Oka. Nama ini lumayan sering muncul mungkin karena aku lumayan salut dengan beliau. Lifestyle beliau tu mengingatkan aku pada kata-kata salah satu Presiden Amrik : High thinking, plain living.
Liburan ini aku sudah ditunggu Mbak Emy, teman di Jepara yang menganggap kunjungan ke sana adalah pembayaran utang yang wajib dilunasi... He..he.. Harap maklum, sudah lumayan sering si mbak ni bertandang ke Batu, sementara aku cuma bisa berjanji kalau ada waktu. Yang jelas bisa dijelajah kalau aku ke Jepara nanti adalah Jogja dan kota-kota 'kalem' kayak Salatiga, Klaten, Solo, dan sekitarnya.
Kegiatanku lainnya adalah diskusi puisi Jaluddin Rumi, Gibran, n beberapa produk-produk puisi kontemporer dengan teman nun jauh di mato, Khoirul Murtadlo. Irul ni tinggal di Lampung, daerah terpencil yang disebut Carribean n armada kerjanya disebut Black Pearl. Jangan mikir jauh-jauh coz armada tu cuma berisi para kru dan...kambing. Ha...ha... Tapi harus diakui tempat itu indah, paling tidak menurut gambar-gambar yang terekam.
Yang jelas-jelas jadi utang kegiatanku adalah pengerjaan buku kedua bareng pak Andi Muhtar dari FS UM. Kali ini kami fokus di materi kosakata setelah selesainya buku pertama tentang pronunciation. Ok, sekian dulu.

Kamis, 07 Januari 2010

Puisi-puisi Jalaluddin Rumi

Lost in the Call

Lord, said David, since you do not need us,
why did you create these two worlds?

Reality replied: O prisoner of time,
I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,
and I wished this treasure to be known,
so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart;
its darkened back, the world;
The back would please you if you've never seen the face.

Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw?
Yet clean away the mud and straw,
and a mirror might be revealed.

Until the juice ferments a while in the cask,
it isn't wine. If you wish your heart to be bright,
you must do a little work.

My King addressed the soul of my flesh:
You return just as you left.
Where are the traces of my gifts?

We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold.
This Sun doesn't want a crown or robe from God's grace.
He is a hat to a hundred bald men,
a covering for ten who were naked.

Jesus sat humbly on the back of an ass, my child!
How could a zephyr ride an ass?
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity.

Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call.

-
"Love is a Stranger", Kabir Helminski
Threshold Books, 1993

O you who've gone on pilgrimage -
where are you, where, oh where?
Here, here is the Beloved!
Oh come now, come, oh come!
Your friend, he is your neighbor,
he is next to your wall -
You, erring in the desert -
what air of love is this?
If you'd see the Beloved's
form without any form -
You are the house, the master,
You are the Kaaba, you! . . .
Where is a bunch of roses,
if you would be this garden?
Where, one soul's pearly essence
when you're the
Sea of God?
That's true - and yet your troubles
may turn to treasures rich -
How sad that you yourself veil
the treasure that is yours!

Rumi 'I Am Wind, You are Fire'
Translation by Annemarie Schimmel


O you who've gone on pilgrimage -
where are you, where, oh where?
Here, here is the Beloved!
Oh come now, come, oh come!
Your friend, he is your neighbor,
he is next to your wall -
You, erring in the desert -
what air of love is this?
If you'd see the Beloved's
form without any form -
You are the house, the master,
You are the Kaaba, you! . . .
Where is a bunch of roses,
if you would be this garden?
Where, one soul's pearly essence
when you're the
Sea of God?
That's true - and yet your troubles
may turn to treasures rich -
How sad that you yourself veil
the treasure that is yours!

Rumi 'I Am Wind, You are Fire'
Translation by Annemarie Schimmel