After
completing the self-indulgent "One Week Challenge", I have decided to
re-post this piece. I have added MEW's comment to the body of the text.
It's the day before returning to school and a healthy dose of humility
is in order as I return to my classroom. -C.
I just read something about Rumi, the 13th century Persian poet and Sufi mystic, and his friend Husam. The story goes that Rumi pulled a piece of paper from his turban and read the first lines of the Mathnawi, which he had written that morning to Husam.
“There must be more”, said Husam.
“If you will write for me, I will continue”, replied Rumi.
Twelve
years later Husam had scribed six volumes containing over fifty-one
thousand verses of poetry. Husam recalls that, “He [Rumi] never took a
pen in his hand while composing the Mathnawi.”
I can’t help but wonder at the remarkable sense of humility Husam had
achieved. I’m not sure how much Husam is ever mentioned in discussions
of the great poet, but I have to wonder if there would have been a Rumi
without a Husam? Husam replied to Rumi, “From this moment, I am your
servant” after hearing the promise of more poetry to come.
I’d like know Husam a little bit better. Was it love? It had to be. My 21st
century brain wants to know if it was romantic love, but my second
thoughts dismiss the question as irrelevant. Did Husam have an intuition
that there was twelve years of brilliance hiding in Rumi’s head? Did he
recognize his own contribution to the creative process? Without a
witness, without a scribe, I don’t believe Rumi could have produced the
body of work that he did. His words would have been the proverbial tree
falling in the woods. Husam reminds me of how different people draw out
different aspects of us. What was it about this seemingly humble man
that liberated the master to delve so deep into thought? Did Husam care
for Rumi, feed him, cook, and clean , and serve?