On the Occasion of Rumi’s Spiritual Reunion with the Divine
The Veiling of the Revealed
in the Darkest Night of Light
We often celebrate time as an instance that rises to the occasion of an opportune moment in which we connect with other, with the other, with none other, but the Divine in the universal unconscious. In that connectivity with the other we lose ourselves, our self and self-centeredness. Thus, it is in the loss of the self that we belong to the world and not the other way around—we find the truth of our triviality in the totality of the incomprehensible universe. That realization is instanced in the mirror of time as the celebration of a new beginning in a higher realm of awareness.
Seven hundred and thirty seven solstices ago on the night of December 17, 1273, the soul residing in a body named Jallal-ud din Muhammad Balkhi Rumi was recalled by the Beloved to the realm of meaning as his body was laid to rest in Yesil Turbe or, “the green Tomb.” The epitaph quite characteristically consoles the visitors in their yearnings of his loss:
“After my death, don’t seek my tomb in the earth,
for my grave is in the hearts of the men of mystical knowledge.”
Rumi has left this world for centuries, but his spirit has not left the hearts of millions. Rumi lives as an Islamic mystic through the traditions, rites, and rituals of his Sufi order, the Maulawia; he lives in the thoughts of great philosophers through his ideas and ideals; but more importantly, through his poetry, Rumi lives in the hearts of millions who seek love—human and Divine as the re-veiling of the revealed.
Every year at this time when the northern world plunges into the darkest nights of winter solstice, the Sufis and mystics seek the of light of his wisdom and feel the pull of his love in the commemoration of his spiritual reunion with the Divine. The sama or, whirling ceremony, of the Maulawi Sufis is held honoring the poet of love. The return of his soul is celebrated through the turns of a whirling in which they turn from right to the left in the direction of the heart to acknowledge the presence of his being in their minds, and the essence of his spirit in their hearts.
The Sufis reconnect with the universal unconscious through a re-enactment of the cosmos in the spirit of Euphronia through balance and harmony creating euphoria and elation through persistent turning towards the heart and turning with the soul. They become a microcosm of star dust in a galactic spiral in which the body is lost in turning while the eyes need not wonder for they know that “wherever you turn there is the face of God.”
Thus, for the soul in constant praise of the Divine, the sama is a spiritual unfoldment towards a state of perfection that is the ultimate goal.