Wayne Hening Memorial

“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:

World Association of Sleep Medicine
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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