First Love Story

“The minute I heard my first love story,

I started looking for you, not knowing

how blind that was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.

They're in each other all along.”

Rumi

Dark Night of the Soul

The Dark Night

One dark night, fired with love's urgent longings - ah, the sheer grace! - I went out unseen, my house being now all stilled. In darkness, and secure, by the secret ladder, disguised, - ah, the sheer grace! - in darkness and concealment, my house being now all stilled. On that glad night in secret, for no one saw me, nor did I look at anything with no other light or guide than the One that burned in my heart. This guided me more surely than the light of noon to where he was awaiting me - him I knew so well - there in a place where no one appeared. O guiding night! O night more lovely than the dawn! O night that has united the Lover with his beloved, transforming the Beloved into his Lover. Upon my flowering breast, which I kept wholly for him alone, there he lay sleeping, and I caressing him there in a breeze from the fanning cedars. When the breeze blew from the turret, as I parted his hair, it wounded my neck with its gentle hand, suspending all my senses. I abandoned and forgot myself, laying my face on my Beloved; all things ceased; I went out from myself, leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies.

I can not sleep

Rumi

I cannot sleep in your presence.
In your absence, tears prevent me.
You watch me My Beloved
On each sleepless night and
Only You see the difference
Looking at my life

I see that only Love

Has been my soul’s companion
From deep inside
My soul cries out:
Do not wait, surrender
For the sake of Love.

If you can’t smell the fragrance

Don’t come into the garden of Love.
If you’re unwilling to undress.Don’t enter into the stream of Truth.
Stay where you are.
Don’t come our way.
Unkempt, lovesick and in disgrace.
Without love there is nothing but grief.
In love… what else matters?

The way of our Prophet.Yet it is in our nature.
To fight with Love.We can’t see you, mother,
Hidden behind dark veilsWoven by ourselves.
To walk the path of TruthYou need the grace of God.
We all face death in the end.
But on the way, be careful. Never to hurt a human heart!“

Come follow me and you will find the way.
Your mistakes can also lead you to the Truth.
When you ask, the answer will be given.”
Is so drunk with love, he’s oblivious.“
Will you give me some of your sweetness?”
“I have none,” he says,unaware of his richness.
It is all kindness, generosity.

Disharmony prevails when You confuse lust with love, 
while The distance between the twoIs endless.
But his banner is hidden.
The Koran speaks the Truth.
But its miracle is concealed.
Love has pierced with its arrow
The heart of every lover.
Blood flows but the wound is invisible.

All year round the lover is mad,

Love is our Mother and

Do you want to enter paradise?

Do you know what the music is saying?

The Master who’s full of sweetness

You know what love is?

This Love is a King