Divine Love

Divine Love, the heart

of hearts, abounds in

every grain of being,

from atom's gleam

to starry sky, from darkest

pain to brightest joy,

unceasing love kindles life -

a royal promise sealed

with the kiss of peace.

 

~ Hildegard of Bingham

From These thousands of me's...

ʺI wonder from these thousands of ʺmeʹsʺ, 

which one am I? 

Listen to the cry, 

do not drown my voice 

I am completely filled with the thought of you.

 Donʹt lay broken glass on my path 

I will crust it into dust. I am nothing, 

just a mirror in the palm of your hand, 

reflecting your kindness, your sadness, your anger. 

If you were a blade of grass or a tiny flower 

I would pitch my tent in your shadow. 

Only your presence revives my withered heart. 

You are the candle that lights the whole world 

and I am an empty vessel for your lightʺ. Rumi

Emerson on Falling in Love

Emerson in his essay on Love recognizes that man changes when touched by Love. There is both inspiration, passion and possibility to awaken the soul. All men are privy to this rite of passage no matter what the age, character or disposition...Love is a force that comes directly from the gods as a gift to help us in our development of consciousness.


"Behold there in the wood the fine madman! He is a palace of sweet sounds and sights; he dilates; he is twice a man; he walks with arms akimbo; he soliloquizes; he accosts the grass and the trees; he feels the blood of the violet, the clover, and the lily in his veins; and he talks with the brook that wets his foot.

The heats that have opened his perceptions of natural beauty have made him love music and verse. It is a fact often observed, that men have written good verses under the inspiration of passion, who cannot write well under any other circumstances.

"Alas, how many gentle thoughts, how deep a longing,

had led them to the agonizing pass!" Dante 

The like force has the passion over all his nature. It expands the sentiment; it makes the clown gentle, and gives the coward heart. Into the most pitiful and abject it will infuse a heart and courage to defy the world, so only it have the countenance of the beloved object. In giving him to another, it still more gives him to himself. He is a new man, with new perceptions, new and keener purposes, and a religious solemnity of character and aims. He does not longer appertain to his family and society; _he_ is somewhat; he is a person; he is a soul."

This Moment

This moment, this love, comes to rest in me
many beings in one being
In one wheat grain a thousand sheep stacks

Inside the needle's eye
a turning night of stars

There is a light seed grain inside
you fill it with yourself or it dies

I am caught in this curling energy, your hair
who ever is calm and sensible
is insane!

--Rumi

Poem by Rilke

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.

I have Learned so Much By Hafiz

I
Have
Learned
So much from God
That I can no longer
Call
Myself

A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim,
A Buddhist, a Jew.

The Truth has shared so much of Itself
With me

That I can no longer call myself
A man, a woman, an angel,
Or even pure
Soul.

Love has
Befriended Hafiz so completely
It has turned to ash
And freed
Me

Of every concept and image
My mind has ever known.

His Golden Spindle

From the breath of my creator
I came into existence with the stars
I traversed layers of time
Slowly learning to breath in
the oxygen of His Love
Falling and getting up again
I learned to exhale His Kindness
Finally fastening my existence
to the eternal thread of His golden spindle.

To Love is to be God

To Love is to be God.


Never will a Lover's chest 


feel any sorrow.


Never will a Lover's robe 

be touched by mortals.


Never will a Lover's body 


be found buried in the earth.


To Love is to be God.

Rumi