Love is the Fountain

"Love is the fountain of life-giving water. No one and no thing can live without love. Its expression varies according to the capacity of the receiver and the giver, and in its highest form, love is divinity.

To love is to live. You cannot really live without love. The omnipotent laws of nature have this power in its divine potency pervading the universe. The right to strike at the chord of love only belongs to the brave and sturdy at heart.

Hectic search for exhilarating experiences should not be mistaken for love. They are the forerunners of grim, relentless penalties and intense suffering.

Love from its lowest to its highest expression has its ups and downs. Love suffers the pangs of separation, the stings of jealousy, and all the little pricks that a lover has to endure are the different helpmates in disguise. They stir you up and bring forward to life the most important parts of your nature. Then they no longer maintain their individual life, but merge in one common longing for the beloved.

One in love tastes the glories of life to the full. The blissful heights of joyousness and the buoyant feelings of heavenly delights are the steady steps towards divine oneness. Love surrenders to the will of the beloved, gives all to the beloved, sacrifices all for the beloved, lives for the beloved, dies for the beloved. This supreme state of love is the God-state, for what is God but love - infinite, unbounded, eternal love?

Love annihilates the lower self, and expresses the higher self. So, dear soul, long for your divine beloved till you become one with your beloved. " Meher Baba, 1937

I love what I could love

I had a natural passion for fine clothes, excellent food, and lively conversation 
about all matters that concern the heart still alive. 

And even a passion about my own looks.

Vanities: they do not exist.

Have you ever walked across a stream stepping on 
rocks so not to spoil a pair of shoes?

All we can touch, swallow, or say aids in our crossing to God and helps unveil the soul.

Life smooths us, rounds, perfects, as does the river the stone, 
and there is no place our Beloved is not flowing, 
though the current's force you may not always like.

Our passions help to lift us.

I loved what I could love until I held Him, 
for then - all things - every world disappeared.

- St. Teresa of Avila

Time and Space

The temple of love is not love itself,

true love is the treasure,

not the walls about it.

Do not admire the decoration,

but involve yourself in the Essence,

the Perfume that invades and touches you,

the Beginning and the End.

Discovered, This replaces all else,

                                                the apparent and the unknowable -

time and space are slaves to this Presence

- Rumi -