 A woman was standing over a fire, having poured a handful of dry, hardened chickpeas into water. As the water warmed up to the point of boiling, her mind began to wander. Then she heard a voice: “I am burning!”
Startled out of her daydream, she looked to the right, to the left. She didn’t see anyone, so she drifted back into the daydream. Again, she heard: “I am burning!”
This time she looked a bit more closely, and saw that the sound was coming from….inside the pot of boiling water. A chickpea within the boiling water, to be more precise. The little chickpea, twirling around the boiling water, began talking to the woman: “I am burning….
Get me out of here!”
The woman glanced at the chickpea with compassion. Up it went, down it went in the boiling water. The fire was so hot it made water hot. What kind of fire is this, that makes water boil?
The chickpea pleaded with the woman again: “Get me out of here!”
She reached over, and grabbed a ladle. She reached into the water. And pushed the chickpea back into boiling water.
The chickpea swam around the ladle, and rose to the surface again.“Did you not hear me? It’s boiling in here. Get. Me. Out!”
The woman looked lovingly at the chickpea. She said: “My darling chickpea, I push you back in, because you’re not done cooking yet. You’re still hard. You need to be cooked before you’re worthy of being taken inside.”
As Rumi puts it: If you should leave this place for one perfected
You’ll be a morsel and then resurrected.
All of us are like this, hardened hearts, in the process of becoming soft, getting cooked. The whole of life is like this: cooking in the fire of love, going from a state of hardness to softness, from rawness to being spiritually “cooked.” There is a transformation that each of us must undergo before we are “done.”
Rumi himself summarized his own life as this: The whole of my life
is summed up in these three phrases: I used to be raw. Then I was cooked. Now, I am on fire.
Most of us would be content to simply go from being raw to cooked. For a select few, those who want not just salvation but sanctification, the goal is to actually be on fire. That way, anyone who comes into their orbit can move from being raw to being cooked.
There is such a fire, the fire of Divine love (eshq). This love is not a mere emotion or sentiment. It is no less than the very being of God unleashed upon this world.
In another poem, he pleads with his love, his Shams, whose love is cooking him, too: Don’t leave me raw.
How often we end up being like this. We find the fire of love that cooks us, the fire that transforms us. We begin to cook, to ripen, to soften, and mature as human beings, only to turn away from the love. Being cooked is hard, letting go of our “raw”ness is painful. The ego cannot stand love, and it begs and pleads to be taken out of the fire of love. We stay half-baked, half-cooked, which is to say: half-raw.
To be taken inside another human being at this state causes everyone: indigestion.
We ourselves are the raw chickpea, we ourselves are the fire of love, and we ourselves are the mystic chef/lover who pushes us back into the flame.
May we have the heart, the courage (the word courage comes from root word for having heart) to go through the cooking. May we have the courage to commit ourselves to the flame. May we have the heart to finish our cooking, to make each of us worthy of being inside the heart of another fellow human being.
What a difference between being cooked, and being half-cooked. What a difference between sustaining another human being, and causing them indigestion.
And how sweet to find she who will plunge us back into the boiling fire of love, to get us to finish cooking. Oh mystic chef, she who has the gift of fire of love, all I beg of you is: Don’t leave me raw. |
Sangha of Auspicious Companions 