Ruminating on Love with Rumi…
“Love is an open secret.
Love is the most obvious thing in the world
and also the most hidden,
with no why to how it keeps its mystery.
Love is the ark appointed for the righteous,
which annuls the danger and provides
a way of escape.
Love is reckless; not reason.
Reason seeks a profit.
Having died of self-interest,
Love risks everything and asks for nothing.
Love comes on strong,
consuming herself, unabashed.
Love comes with a knife,
not some shy question,
and not with fears for its reputation.
Love is a madman,
working his wild schemes,
tearing off his clothes,
running through the mountains,
drinking poison,
and then quietly choosing annihilation.
Love is like the musk. It attracts attention.
Love is a tree, and the lovers are its shade.
Love has nothing to do with the five senses
and the six directions.
Love’s goal is only to experience
the attraction exerted by the Beloved.
Love is the diamond, Beloved is the mine.
Love and Beloved are like body and soul.
They’ve been together since the beginning of time,
side by side, step by step.
Love is the purest wine.
Kings would give away their thrones
for just the smell of that special wine of love
which lovers drink at the assembly of heart.
Love is a cloud that scatters pearls.
Love is a shining light, illuminating and exalted.
Love is a secret river, purified and ever-flowing.
Love is a burning fire that never gets extinguished.
Love is not the work of the tender and the gentle;
Love is the work of the seasoned wrestlers.
The lover who becomes a servant of love,
is in reality a fortunate sovereign.
Love is not being attached to this material world,
Love is giving up on both worlds.
Love is not wishing for union with the Beloved,
Love is first getting burned and consumed
In the shining bright flames of separation.
Love is not written on a paper,
for paper can be erased.
Love is not etched on a stone,
for stone can be broken.
Love is inscribed on a heart,
and there it shall remain forever.”