I have this tightness in my chest. I’ve lost my appetite. I can’t focus. It’s like I have this steel head and you have this glass heart and then you have the steel head and then I have the glass heart. I feel the pins in my palms and the fire in my feet. I want to release the pressure from you and me. I want to take all my fronts and callousness and insecurities and tear them from my ribs.
I’m so bad at taking my own advice. Can’t expect to receive love at its best when I’m not willing to give it– always have to hold onto some of it. Guard it. Hide it. Like I feel too exposed and it will be stripped from me. I take my past pains and I take my mistakes by their hands and continue to walk with them. But I want to live.
Ours is like a child. It’s something we created together and it’s unique to us. It opened its bright eyes and questioned and wondered. It’s the butterflies that spin their tiny wings in our stomachs and it’s what keeps us awake at night telling stories and dreams. Then it sleeps with its lazy love smile. It wants to hold your hand and be held close to your chest. It craves to be fed. We have to care for it or it will die. Nourish it. Trust it. Give and watch it grow. When we cause pain, we listen and we work to understand and when we don’t understand we hold it and let it bury it’s face into our necks. And it can cry and it can get angry and it can forgive. We don’t let pride stand in-between us. We don’t give up.
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.”
1 Corinthians 13:4
From Rumi,”Whispers of the Beloved”
“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.
All year round the lover is mad,
Unkempt, lovesick and in disgrace.
Without love there is nothing but grief.
In love… what else matters?
Love is our Mother and
The way of our Prophet.
Yet it is in our nature
To fight with Love.
We can’t see you, mother,
Hidden behind dark veils
Woven by ourselves.
Do you want to enter paradise?
To walk the path of Truth
You need the grace of God.
We all face death in the end.
But on the way, be careful
Never to hurt a human heart!
Do you know what the music is saying?
“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.”
The Master who’s full of sweetness
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.
You know what love is?
It is all kindness, generosity.
Disharmony prevails when
You confuse lust with love, while
The distance between the two
Is endless.
This Love is a King
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.
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