The Republic of Rumi: A Novel of Reality
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The Republic of Rumi: a Novel of Reality

Chapter 85

Free Association


By Khurram Ali Shafique

Even amid the clusters of poems there were solitary quatrains growing up here and there, giving to the present enclave the impression of an un-weeded garden. Now these quatrains make a little tulip field.

“The Sanctuary has picked up agnostic ways and the Church has become a businessman,” says one of them. “My torn garment is a rarity in this age when madmen are not sighted anymore.”

You may wander lonely as a cloud when all at once you will be stopped by a tulip with a rather alarming piece of information. “Your thought is not celestial,” it says. “You cannot soar above dimensions—although you are a falcon by origin, yet you lack that boldness in your eyes.”

“You are alive but have no heart,” says another. “Your breath doesn’t warm up the world. Move on from reason, for this light on the path is not the destination by itself.”
“Sight has accepted the limitations of scent and color,” this little one is more tactful. “Intellect has been lost to the four dimensions!”

“The dewdrop bathes the flower every morning,” says a tulip on the other side of the field. “There is grass, there are leaves and there is the morning breeze. Yet no tumult can be roused in these fields, for the tulip here is incapable of heartache.”


  • Is it a mistake to re-enter the world of dimensions through the Wisdom of Love after having visited the Dimensionless Realm in the planetarium?
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A bunch of quatrains.
Persian text