Shams

There are more fake guides and teachers in the world than stars. The real guide is the one who makes you see your inner beauty, not the one who wants to be admired and followed.

Shams

The other day, I had a conversation with a dear friend who recently had her spiritual emergence. She talked about someone who got infatuated with her. He told her the story of Shams and Rumi and that this was the way he loved. She said that he believed to be her Shams.

Who is Shams?

Shams-i-Tabrīzī is the one the – so called – master of Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī. The one Rumi deeply fell in love with on his path to enlightenment.

Before Rumi encountered Shams, he was a highly respected scholar and a conservative Imam.

When the Sun of Tabris met the Prophet of Love in Konya in 1244 they became passionately infatuated and locked themselves up in Rumi’s library for 40 days. Their encounter was so intense no-thing else besides was possible. The people around Rumi thought he had become intoxicated and insane.

In a way he did 😉

A poem describes Rumi’s path during these days as such:

I was him

I’ve become him

I’ve become without him

I’ve become just like him

for this

I am with no face anymore.

Hmm, it’s funny to me, my friend thought that – to her lover – she was Rumi. But to me it’s more likely that she is Shams for him.

You see at least for a Sufi, Shams is much more than a person.

Shams is a symbol.

A symbol of love and a symbol of this path to enlightenment.

Anyone can be Shams to you if you truly are infatuated with your Shams.

If you want to see the stars through his eyes.

If you want to love life through his heart.

You become one with him and then you become him.

And once you become him, you see light.

And then, when you see the light, you see your own light through his eyes…

And then…

en-light

Ya hagh

 

vox