Meher Baba on Love III

"Love means longing. Love means restlessness. Love means harassment. Love means separation. It is all necessary. But love entails pain - the pain of the pangs and thirst of separation while constantly burning. This gradually minimises the strength of the ego and eventually destroys it, because love never thinks of or cares for itself. It just burns its victim in love for its beloved. This burning gradually diminishes the ego and thus it is eventually totally annihilated. In his fire, love makes its victim realize the self. "

Meher Baba on Love II

"Just as a thirsty man in the desert under the hot sun values water more than a heap of pearls and diamonds placed before him, so also, a true lover of God wants him alone, and considers every other object as a trifle before him.

The real lover desires no name, fame or money, but his beloved. He who does not possess such an attribute is a man full of self-interest."

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Meher Baba on Love I

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.

"To take love seriously and to bear and to learn it like a task, this it is that young people need. —Like so much else, people have also misunderstood the place of love in life, they have made it into play and pleasure because they thought that play and pleasure were more blissful than work; but there is nothing happier than work, and love, just because it is the extreme happiness, can be nothing else but work. —So whoever loves must try to act as if he had a great work: he must be much alone and go into himself and collect himself and hold fast to himself; he must work; he must become something!

For believe me, the more one is, the richer is all that one experiences. And whoever wants to have a deep love in his life must collect and save for it and gather honey. To love is good, too: love being difficult. For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation." From Letters to a Young Poet, Rilke

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

I smile like a flower not only with my lips 

~ Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi

I smile like a flower not only with my lips

but with my whole being

for I am alone with the King and

have lost myself in him.

At dawn your flame seized my heart

but left behind my body.

I will shout and raise havoc until

you come back for me tonight.

My Beloved, do not let anger estrange my heart

be generous, invite me to your feast.

Let no one be deprived of the joy
of your company.

Let's Fall in Love

Come
let's fall
in love
again
let's turn
all the dirt
in this world
to shiny gold

come
let's be
a new spring
a love reborn



find our aroma
from the essence
of all who
emit heavenly fragrance

like a fresh tree
bloom and spread
all the blessings
right from inside

~Rumi

Clarity is Freedom

St Teresa of Avila

I had tea yesterday with a great theologian

and he asked me,

What is your experience of God's will ?

I liked that question - for the distillation of thought hones thought in others.

Clarity, I know is freedom.

What is  my experience of Gods will ?

Everyone is a traveler. Most all need loding food and clothes.

I let enter my mouth what will enrich me. 

I wear what will make my eye content.

I wake where I will have the strength to deeply love all my mind can hold.

What is God's will for a wing ?

Every bird knows that.

Beyond the Veil

Beyond the veil of this illusion
Lies a world filled with wonder
It is so close yet so far away
This veil is lifted by Love alone
once you peek inside
you always want to return
And yet in the stillness of the night
In the quiet moments of deep solitude
The veils lift gently
With the heart opening and allowing..
There is a magnetic pull to surrender
Venus calls my soul forward
I am her servant
I become her smile
I become her breath
I enter the world of Love
Even if just for a moment
I taste once again
the nectar of bliss and freedom.

Beautiful wine bearer

O beautiful wine-bearer, bring forth the cup and put it to my lips
Path of love seemed easy at first, what came was many hardships.
With its perfume, the morning breeze unlocks those beautiful locks
The curl of those dark ringlets, many hearts to shreds strips.
In the house of my Beloved, how can I enjoy the feast
Since the church bells call the call that for pilgrimage equips.
With wine color your robe, one of the old Magi’s best tips
Trust in this traveler’s tips, who knows of many paths and trips.
The dark midnight, fearful waves, and the tempestuous whirlpool
How can he know of our state, while ports house his unladen ships.
I followed my own path of love, and now I am in bad repute
How can a secret remain veiled, if from every tongue it drips?
If His presence you seek, Hafiz, then why yourself eclipse?
Stick to the One you know, let go of imaginary trips.

Hafiz