Rumi Poems — Knocking from the Inside

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Knocking from the inside — there is no external rescue — just an opening of the door to ourselves.

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Many moons ago, I wrote a series of articles featuring some of Rumi’s poems. I think it’s time for a revisit.

Jelaluddin Rumi lived during the 13th century. He was a theologian with his own divinity school. At age 37, through a relationship with a dervish monk, Shams, Rumi began to transform his being, and in the process, to write some of the most beautiful mystical poetry ever written. For the next several weeks, we’ll reflect on some of his poems.

I’m using a translation from the book The Illuminated Rumi.

Knocking from the Inside

I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door.

It opens.

I’ve been knocking from the inside!



An announcement! Bodywork training revision!

Some years ago, I created a CD‑R on Bodywork Training. A couple of months ago, I reworked it — improved the photos and videos — and made it an online resource. It’s available here — have a look!

Back in 1996, I had my first experience with Bodywork. I’d been a counsellor for a decade, and I was ready to learn something new.

I’d noticed that clients would gain intellectual insights from talk therapy, but “words only” didn’t seem to help at the body level. Stress remained, anxiety remained. Something else seemed to be needed, to get down to things at the body level.

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I later learned that Bodywork works from the inside out (assuming that you let it) and that fits with today’s Rumi quote.

Here’s what I mean: in Bodywork, most points pressed simply feel like, well, points being pressed. Then, you press one that’s blocking an emotion — and the floodgates open and the emotion comes out… again, if you let it.

Now, letting things out is certainly something we can turn into a scary thing. In that ripe internal theatre of ours, we make up all kinds of stories about how this is too much or that’s going on for too long… or that I just don’t get this stuff…

Which leads a brief and amusing “Darbella” story — I’d been doing very intense Bodywork on Dar for six months or so. I’d notice how much Dar was letting out, but Dar would only say, “I just don’t feel the flow of energy you talk about.”

So, this one weekend, during a Bodywork teaching event, she did whatever she does differently, giving herself permission to really feel her energy. She quite pleased herself over it. We then did a mini-debriefing and I commented on what had happened for her. Dar, with a wicked grin on her face said, “Other than this time, I don’t feel my energy move.”

She was kidding, of course, and in a sense “being ironic” or making a joke about the idea that many people have.

We block ourselves and block ourselves and refuse to take responsibility for where we are and how we get ourselves stuck… and then something happens. We let ourselves have a transformative experience.

BUT… instead of absorbing the full impact of the one experience, we head off in one of two directions: we say,

  1. Wow! I transcended!” and think we got something for all time, or
  2. We say, as Dar was kidding about, “Well, that was a fluke. Nothing has changed.”

The “reality” is — both are true. We never get anything “for all time,” but if we allow ourselves, we can get “each one,” over and over again.

Rumi points to this in today’s quote. Many live on the lip of insanity, and for exactly the reasons he posits. We desperately want to know “why.” And we keep knocking on the doors of the (presumably) wise, as we want someone else to tell us “why.”

The part of us that does this to ourselves hates to hear this “truth” — there is no why, and no one else has your answers.

The mind runs aimlessly hither and thither, bumping up against itself, in various guises. (Who’d you think you were bumping into up there? There’s nobody home but you.) The mind, the ego voice, chatters incessantly, blaming, making excuses, and most of all, scaring you with dire consequences and evil predictions. Life seems precarious, dark, foreboding. We want to run away, to hide, to find safety.

Until, of course, we get the joke. We are knocking from the inside!

You can’t run away or get over it. There is nothing to run from, and there is no it. There’s just you, seeking the answer to the following, “Why am I choosing to scare myself?”

Because, how can you run away from a question you’re asking yourself?

There’s a booklet available on this topic on our Phoenix Centre Press site — it’s called “The Watcher” — about the voices in our heads. I concluded a long ago that the first step in self knowledge is the absolute acceptance of responsibility for what goes on in my life, and especially at the level of the stories I tell myself.

This point — this “getting it,” is described by Rumi as “the door opening.” This “opening” allows for in-sight. And the insight is, this is me, spinning my wheels, staying stuck, making choices (including the choice not to choose), scaring myself.

The freedom that comes with the opening of the door is the freedom of recognition. (Which is Latin, and means to think again — to re- cognate.)

It’s always me, interacting with me.

In the context of Bodywork, the supreme moment is allowing yourself to lie down on the table with curiosity as your goal. Breathe, let go, let go again, and see what chooses to emerge. Sounds, emotions may flood us from the depths of our being, sad, angry, grieving, joyous, ecstatic emotions, caused by nothing, just there, wanting out.

If we are patient with ourselves, out they will come, and we will feel larger.

One client, after Bodywork, and seeing the Rumi poetry books around, commented, “And isn’t that just like Bodywork and this workshop process. You end up feeling more roomy.”

Keep opening, keep walking, but knock. Then notice. Not only does the door open, but you discover that you’re opening the door to yourself. This is how you set your-self free. Amazing. And roomy.

Finally, just a note of thanks to all of you who keep reading The Pathless Path, despite the challenge my words sometimes elicit in you. A reader, this week, wrote:

I sometimes think…“wow, this guy has gone off the deep end”…then I say “what the hell,” and dive in after you and yup! once again I surface as I come to the end of your article and notice I’ve taken another deep breath! 🙂

In the end, I suspect, that is more than enough!!!

About the Author: Wayne C. Allen is the web\‘s Simple Zen Guy. Wayne was a Private Practice Counsellor in Ontario until June of 2013. Wayne is the author of five books, the latest being The. Best. Relationship. Ever. See: –The Phoenix Centre Press

1 thought on “Rumi Poems — Knocking from the Inside”

  1. Almost everyone is knocking on doors; most often, the ones that open are ‘the wide gates that lead to the broad ways of the world’.

    Down the broad road some realize that it takes them nowhere but they keep going because they heard that ‘it is the journey that matters, not the destination’, and choose to believe that spending their lives as vagrants, coming from nowhere and going nowhere.

    Some others though turn around only to find the door closed and then they knock again… The door may open [from inside] but is is much narrower now and entering is difficult. Here’s where Rumi’s perspective becomes interesting- what happens after the door opens?

    I’d say, the fellow will try hard to squeeze through the door [which looks more like a cat door now…] and after some time [even a lifetime for some] of frustrations, the door will just vanish with the understanding that there has never been a door to separate an inside from outside, or a road or even a seeker of reasons, and yet there is that which can ‘see’ all these by simply being, not by thinking…


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