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"Rumi, I'm told, looked at death as a marriage, so here we celebrate with him and partake of his gestures, dancing along, if only with hidden steps (...) to open a window into a deeper world."
Wayne Hening At Rumi's Tomb, May 14th, 2006 |
Wayne Alfred Hening, MD, PhD 29 January 1945 -- 15 September 2008 |
ANNOUNCING an opportunity to remember Wayne Hening:
Consider contributing to the support of the new Wayne Hening lectureship to be delivered at the Presidential symposium at each WASM congress. We are seeking to establish a reasonable large fund so that very conservative investment interest suffices to cover the costs of the lectureship.
Your generous contributions will be much appreciated.
To contribute please send funds by cheque to the following adress:
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In memoriam published in Sleep Medicine:
(Sleep Medicine in press reproduced with permission)
–Wayne Hening At Rumi’s Tomb, 14 May 2006
Around me flow the women, lined faces, upraised arms, palms looking up, covered heads, long grey dresses, some just peeking through a black veil, emitting the murmur of constant prayer like the water of fountains smooth and sweet, renewed despite age
The crowds in constant motion, yet there is something quiet and peaceful here, like a garden, like looking over the rose garden behind the tomb, like the fountains washing a thousand hands and preparing them to receive
I find a stillness here under the watchful expression of elegant script and graceful design summoning in verse and invocation the concentrated spirit of the serried coffins their turbans proclaiming the joy of transmission
Rumi, I’m told, looked to death as a marriage, so here we celebrate with him and partake of his gestures, dancing along, if only with hidden steps caught in the sunburst shock of his poetry, his verses like a subtle knife cutting through the buzzing air of the market to open a window into a deeper world
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