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Esteemed Reader: May 2013 

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Gnostics are fond of saying that the ordinary view sees things upside down. From this outlook, they tell us, we ascribe value to what is worthless, and that what has real value we denigrate or ignore. Often their characterizations seem illogical. For instance, they say, "freedom is the state of having no choice". From one perspective this statement makes no sense, but on reflection, a certain logic can emerge. This poem from Rumi hints at the perspective of the gnostics, and even points to a means of penetrating its logic.

Happy Spring, Jason Stern


The Laziest Son
A man on his deathbed left instructions
For dividing up his goods among his three sons.
He had devoted his entire spirit to those sons.
They stood like cypress trees around him,
Quiet and strong.
He told the town judge,
"Whichever of my sons is laziest,
Give him all the inheritance."
Then he died, and the judge turned to the three,
"Each of you must give some account of your laziness,
so I can understand just how you are lazy."
Mystics are experts in laziness. They rely on it,
Because they continuously see the Totality working all around them.
The harvest keeps coming in, yet they
Never even did the plowing!
"Come on. Say something about the ways you are lazy."
Every spoken word is a covering for the inner self.
A little curtain-flick no wider than a slice
Of roast meat can reveal hundreds of exploding suns.
Even if what is being said is trivial and wrong,
The listener hears the source. One breeze comes
From across a garden. Another from across the ash-heap.
Think how different the voices of the fox
And the lion, and what they tell you!
Hearing someone is lifting the lid off the cooking pot.
You learn what's for supper. Though some people
Can know just by the smell, a sweet stew
From a sour soup cooked with vinegar.
A man taps a clay pot before he buys it
To know by the sound if it has a crack.
The eldest of the three brothers told the judge,
"I can know a man by his voice,
and if he won't speak,
I wait three days, and then I know him intuitively."
The second brother, "I know him when he speaks,
And if he won't talk, I strike up a conversation."
"But what if he knows that trick?" asked the judge.
Which reminds me of the mother who tells her child
"When you're walking through the graveyard at night
and you see a boogeyman, run at it,
and it will go away."
"But what," replies the child, "if the boogeyman's
Mother has told it to do the same thing?
Boogeymen have mothers too."
The second brother had no answer.
"I sit in front of him in silence,
And set up a ladder made of patience,
And if in his presence a language from beyond joy
And beyond grief begins to pour from my chest,
I know that his soul is as deep and bright
As the star Canopus rising over Yemen.
And so when I start speaking a powerful right arm
Of words sweeping down, I know him from what I say,
And how I say it, because there's a window open
Between us, mixing the night air of our beings."
The youngest was, obviously,
The laziest. He won.

Mawlana Jalal-ad-Din Muhammad Rumi (Rumi)
(ca. 1265) (Coleman Barks transl.)

Learning To Be Human is a curated selection of Jason Stern's "Esteemed Reader" columns available in book form. Click here for more information or to get your copy.

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