Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

Sunday, December 25, 2011

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."

Sunday, November 20, 2011

The Story of Love by Kabir



      The story of Love can never be told.
      It is the sherbet of the dumb man
      Who eats it and smiles silently.

      Without any earth and without any seed,
      The tree of Divine Love just grows and grows,
      Heavy with a million radiant fruits
      My Lover picks for me to taste.
      The story of Love can never be told.

      When I calmed my mind
      And entered my heart,
      The Love of the Lord
      Leapt like a flame within me.
      All my old ideas and beliefs
      Just blew away like chaff in the wind.

It wasn’t because of anything I am;
      It wasn’t because of anything I did;
      But only because of His miraculous grace
      That I learned at long last the lesson of Love.
      My coming and going have ended;
      My mind has melted in the Mind.

      Don’t ask me to speak any more—
      The story of Love can never be told.
                                          ---Kabir

Friday, November 4, 2011

Like a Hesitant Bird

Like a hesitant bird who was born in a cage
I stand still contemplating this freedom
What lies beyond this encampment
what lies beyond these barren walls of my heart
Perhaps the possibility of flight
Or finding the current of the wind
or gliding with outstretched wings ?
The gate has long been opened
What are you waiting for ?
Take a plunge into this Limitless Love
There is nothing more to lose
This freedom is your birthright.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Love is from the Infinite

"Love is from the infinite, 
and will remain until eternity.
The seeker of love
 escapes the chains of birth and death.
Tomorrow, when resurrection comes,
The heart that is not in love will fail the test. " Rumi





Thursday, October 6, 2011

The Woman I Love by Hafiz

Because the Woman I love lives
Inside of you,

I lean as close to your body with my words
As I can -

And I think of you all the time, dear pilgrim.

Because the One I love goes with you
Wherever you go,
Hafiz will always be near.

If you sat before me, wayfarer,
With your aura bright from your many
Charms,

My lips could not resist rushing to you and needing
To befriend your blushed cheek,

But my eyes can no longer hide
The wondrous fact of who
You really are.

The Beautiful One whom I adore
Has pitched His royal tent inside of you,

So I will always lean my heart
As close to your soul
As I can.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Like a Flower

Like a flower opening slowly
to the warmth of the sun,
I am opening my heart to you.
The love that is now alive in you
is releasing the shields of the past in me.
We are guided by an invisible hand
towards each other,
towards the bonds of love.
Finding our way back
to the sacred path of lovers
connected and united by
this flow of light
from one heart to another
from two hearts to the All.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Letters to a Young Poet


This is from an excerpt from the 7th letter written by Rainer Marie Rilke on the subject of solitude and love...
"And you should not let yourself be confused in your solitude by the fact that there is some thing in you that wants to move out of it. This very wish, if you use it calmly and prudently and like a tool, will help you spread out your solitude over a great distance. Most people have (with the help of conventions) turned their solutions toward what is easy and toward the easiest side of the easy; but it is clear that we must trust in what is difficult; everything alive trusts in it, everything, in Nature grows and defends itself any way it can and is spontaneously itself, tries to be itself at all costs and against all opposition. We know little, but that we must trust in what is difficult is a certainty that will never abandon us; it is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; that something is difficult must be one more reason for us to do it.
     It is also good to love: because love is difficult. For one human being to love another human being: that is perhaps the most difficult task that has been entrusted to us, the ultimate task, the final test and proof, the work for which all other work is merely preparation. That is why young people, who are beginners in everything, are not yet capable of love: it is something they must learn. With their whole being, with all their forces, gathered around their solitary, anxious, upward-beating heart, they must learn to love. But learning-time is always a long, secluded time, and therefore loving, for a long time ahead and far on into life, is: solitude, a heightened and deepened kind of aloneness for the person who loves. Loving does not at first mean merging, surrendering, and uniting with another person (for what would a union be of two people who are unclarified, unfinished, and still incoherent?), it is a high inducement for the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become world, to become world in himself for the sake of another person; it is a great, demanding claim on him, something that chooses him and calls him to vast distances. Only in this sense, as the task of working on themselves ("to hearken and to hammer day and night"), may young people use the love that is given to them. Merging and surrendering and every kind of communion is not for them (who must still, for a long, long time, save and gather themselves); it is the ultimate, is perhaps that for which human lives are as yet barely large enough."...

"And one more thing: Don't think that the great love which was once granted to you, when you were a boy, has been lost; how can you know whether vast and generous wishes didn't ripen in you at that time, and purposes by which you are still living today? I believe that that love remains so strong and intense in your memory because it was your first deep aloneness and the first inner work that you did on your life. "

Saturday, August 6, 2011

A Prayer


Calling all angels,
all angels of Love,
to come down to earth.
A sacred army of helpers
supported by the prayers
of your servants of Love.
Mankind is lost
Mankind is sleeping
and in this sleep
we are destructive.

Help us reclaim our divinity
enlist more of us to serve you.
To re-open the hearts
of mankind
To love
To compassion
To wisdom.

May we continue to
offer our Love
through kindness
generosity
and healing.
All of us united
in service to our creator.
This is our only hope
and our only way to salvation.

With your help,
May it be so.
Amen.

Friday, July 15, 2011

The Meaning of Love By Rumi

Both light and shadow
are the dance of Love.
Love has no cause;
it is the astrolabe of God’s secrets.
Lover and Loving are inseparable
and timeless.

Although I may try to describe Love
when I experience it I am speechless.
Although I may try to write about Love
I am rendered helpless;
my pen breaks and the paper slips away
at the ineffable place
where Lover, Loving and Loved are one.

Every moment is made glorious
by the light of Love.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Introducing this Blog

This blog was created as an offering to the expression of love, love stories and conscious and devotional literature about love between lover and the beloved and between the soul and God. Whether it is expressed in the sacred poetry of the Sufi mystics, or the great love letters of Heloise and Abelard or Dante's chronicles of his love for Beatrice, it is inspirational and humbling to experience and to aspire to love from the highest place in our being.

This Temple of Love is a sacred space for sharing personal poetry and writings,  as well as the quotes and writings of others who have left their imprint in our hearts about states of love. To serve Love in this way is to delve into its mystery and to offer a sanctification to the most sought after human experience. Love is nourishment for our soul - to fall in love, to love another, to love God , or humanity - all these expressions of love fall in the realms of offerings for Temple of Love. I am here,  a humble servant hoping to share, inspire and nourish this Love through writing. My greatest inspiration in devotional poetry is Hafiz....I start this blog with a poem from this beloved Sufi master.

THE LUTE WILL BEG


You need to become a pen
In the Sun´s hand.

We need for the earth to sing
Through our pores and eyes.

The body will again become restless
Until your soul paints all its beauty
Upon the sky.

Don´t tell me, dear ones,
That what Hafiz says is not true,

For when the heart tastes its glorious destiny
And you awake to our constant need
for your love

God´s lute will beg
For your hands.

Hafiz