Love is longing and longing, the pain of being parted…. – Rumi
|Love is longing and longing, the pain of being parted;
No illness is rich enough for the distress of the heart,
A lover’s lament surpasses all other cries of pain.
Love is the royal threshold to God’s mystery.
It’s easy to talk endlessly about Love,
Love is not clear-minded, busy with images and argument.
This practicing energy burns the tongue to silence;
Shrivels in the fire of Love. Bald reason too is an ass
Only those who are ravaged by Love know Love,
Cavernous shadows need the light to play but light
Material shadows weigh down your vision with dross,
The outer sun is our daily miracle in timely
Our daily sun is but a working star in a galaxy of stars,
You must be set alight by the inner sun,