She walks in beauty

By Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

The Soul that Walks in Love

 

"The soul that walks in love neither tires others nor grows tired... 

In the dark night of the soul, bright flows the river of God... 

In the twilight of life, God will not judge us by our worldly possessions, 

and human success, but rather on how much we have loved." ~ St. John of the Cross

God is the astrolabe of God's mysteries

RUMI poem

Love is the astrolabe of God’s mysteries.

A lover may be drawn to this love or that love,

but finally he is drawn to the Sovereign of Love.

However much we describe and explain love,

when we fall in love we are ashamed of our words.

Explanation by the tongue makes most things clear,

but love unexplained is clearer.

When the pen came to the subject of love, it broke.

When the discourse reached the topic of love,

the pen split and the paper tore.

If intellect tries to explain it,

it falls helpless as a donkey on a muddy trail;

only Love itself can explain love and lovers!

The proof of the sun is the sun itself.

If you wish to see it, don’t turn away from it.

Again and Again

Again and again, however we know the landscape of love

and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,

and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others

fall: again and again the two of us walk out together

under the ancient trees, lie down again and again

among the flowers, face to face with the sky. 

Rainer Maria Rilke

Hear me O Venus

Hear me O Venus

Goddess of Conscious Love

I prostrate myself in your temple

I remove all the veils of my vanity

all the veils of my base desires and needs

I am here pure and naked in front of you

asking for only one desire of the Heart

To Love

To Love with all my Being

To Love and Melt into Nothingness

To be Embraced by the state of Divinity

To Merge with Another Soul

To soar towards the Gods

And return with the Flame of Love in my soul

Blazing til the end of my days

Serving You

Serving God

To Love from my Soul

To Be Loved by A Soul Reflector

That is the greatest desire of my heart 

Fayina Cohen

You Seek Me

You seek Me with fervor, dear one
You travel on so many journeys, looking for Me
Yet you will not find Me
in the far away corners of the world
or at the top of the highest mountain
Nor in the teachings of a monk from Tibet
Until you first find Me living inside your own heart.
Let us spend time together
In presence, wherever you are
This state is your rightful inheritance

All you have to do is create the opening
Breathe in your sacred rememering
And you will be gifted with My love for you
This love is not just a word
or a fleeting emotion
or the fire of passion
It is a state ignited by the spark in your soul
and kept aflame by your humble surrnder
into My infinite light.

by Fayina Cohen

Love your solitude

"Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.” ~Rainer Maria Rilke

"Love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away...

and this shows that the space around you is 
beginning to grow vast...

be happy about your growth, in which of course you can't

take anyone with you and be gentle with those who stay behind:

be confident and calm in front of them and don't torment them with your doubts and don't frighten them with your faith and joy, which they wouldn't be able to comprehend. Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them, which doesn't necessarily have to alter

when you yourself change over and over again: when you see them,

love life in a form that is not your own and be indulgent toward those who are growing old, who are afraid of the aloneness that you trust... 
and don't expect any understanding: but believe in a love that is being store up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it. " 
Rainer Maria Rilke

From Letters to a Young Poet

 

Your Heart Knows

Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.

But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge.

You would know in words that which you have always known in thought.

You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.

And it is well you should.

The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;

And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.

But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;

And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.

For self is a sea boundless and measureless.

Say not, "I have found the truth," but rather, "I have found a truth."

Say not, "I have found the path of the soul." Say rather, 

"I have met the soul walking upon my path."

For the soul walks upon all paths.

The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.

The soul unfolds itself like a lotus of countless petals.

Khalil Ghibran

Love flows from God

Love flows from God to man without effort

As a bird glides through the air

Without moving its wings --

Thus they go whithersoever they will

United in body and soul

Yet in their form separate --

As the Godhead strikes the note

Humanity sings,

The Holy Spirit is the harpist

And all the strings must sound

Which are strung in love.

Metchilde de Magdeburg

The Dancing Cry Of The Soul

Love is the dancing cry of the soul, calling the body to worship

Like a shining whirlpool, or a spinning mayfly

So is love among the skies.

I leap across the mountaintops, madly singing the song of all songs

I float through the ether, intoxicated, thrilled

I think only of your love, your calling to me

And I dance the thousand dances of love, all returning to you.

It is not the play of children, nor the detached unity of wise sages

Unreal! Unnecessary!

Where is the beauty?

When I, like a glowing comet, may flash around your sun

Laughing, singing, with the joy of loving you!

Wine makes drunk the mind and body

But it is love which thrills the soul

When I approach you, I feel the mad pounding of love

The singing wonder

The joy which opens blossoms on the trees of the world.

Come to me, and I shall dance with you

In the temples, on the beaches, through the crowded streets

Be you man or woman, plant or animal, slave or free

I shall show you the brilliant crystal fires, shining within

I shall show you the beauty deep within your soul

I shall show the path beyond Heaven.

Only dance, and your illusions will blow in the wind

Dance, and make joyous the love around you

Dance, and your veils which hide the Light

Shall swirl in a heap at your feet.

~Rumi