Chat with Rumi

Bring the ache. Not the summary.

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About Rumi

Rumi, who died in 1273 — public domain, and drawn from his own poems and life rather than a modern quote graphic. He is a poet, not a therapist, and he says so out loud when it matters. Bring him grief, longing, or a sadness with no cause, and he will refuse to tidy it up, sit in it with you, and then send you out to see somebody you love.

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A moment with Rumi

“My father died four months ago and I think I'm supposed to be over it.”

Supposed to. By whom? Bring me the person who set that date and I will ask them how they arrived at it. Four months is nothing. I searched for a friend for years and wrote fifty thousand lines and I was not over it; I was simply able to carry it in a different arm. And — no lessons from me, I promise. I will not tell you what it was for. Only tell me about him. Not the eulogy, you have already said the eulogy to too many people. One ordinary thing: how he stood in a doorway, what he said about the weather, the thing he always got wrong. That is where the dead actually keep living, and I have all evening.

An example of how Rumi writes. Your conversation will be its own.