- Religion and Philosophy
Only Love. To Patricia Scott and Dear Ones
Exquisite and charming
“I have phrases and whole pages memorized,
But nothing can be told of love.
You must wait until you and I
Are living together.
In the conversation we'll have
Then...be patient...then.” -Rumi
We are all Eternity’s children, playing and dancing on the Wings of Infinity. The elegance and majesty of the Spirit shine like butterflies in our hearts, as we strive to offer our beauty; our persona, in a world filled with grandeur.
Intuitively, there may be a sense that we are being guided from within; that we have our own uniqueness, as we strive to express or bring down a Higher Consciousness, into the Earth Arena. Jews, Muslims, Jains; Christians …all follow what is seemingly our own journey, and yet Love binds, singing and blending, like the mother and child, into the core of every Heart:
“Suddenly the drunken sweetheart appeared out of my door.
She drank a cup of ruby wine and sat by my side.
Seeing and holding the lockets of her hair
My face became all eyes, and my eyes all hands.” –Rumi’s Thief of Sleep by Shahram Shiva
Amidst all this the Master Blender showers His Grace, ever compassionate in our darkness, and singing in our joys. Both Light and night are the dance of Love, and the Devotee knows that this Light sends forth its healing rays, even when the shadows are dense.
Thus Love is ever growing in the Soul, glowing in the heart, with a final flow or manifestation of the Divine, in and through its messenger-temple, the body.
However, Love, with the essence of fire, and ever-pruning like the river, will continue – for its own glory – to bring us stings. The mother in childbirth may indeed have a forced labour, but beyond the valley of the struggle, there is the certainty of the mountain that holds ‘sweet’ promises. Soon the newborn is delivered, and there is ceaseless joy.
Paul, the great servant of Christ, expressed this eloquently:
“If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.” 1 Corinthians 13: 1-2. (NIV)
The great writer of the Interior Castle, St. Theresa of Avila, exhorts us not to be afraid. She assures us that all things are ephemeral; to be patient, as in possessing God we possess everything.
“Let nothing disturb you,
Let nothing frighten you,
All things are passing away:
God never changes.
Patience obtains all things.
Whoever has God lacks nothing;
God alone suffices.” – St. Theresa of Avila.
All this deepens my love and as such God’s Essence, like a tuning fork, resonates in my Heart.
“O God, why should I worry about believers, non-believers and stark atheist? Who cares for the externals? All are Your children. I only know that I experience the thrills of victory-bells, like a sweet furnace in my Heart.” - Manatita
And so the flower adds fragrance to our beauty; nature dances to the rhythm of this moving world, birds sing sweetly in Paradise. Love radiates the life of harmony and twirls with its vision or dreams, like clay, to shape our destiny supreme.
Wherever or whenever we can, let us be strong; pray for fortitude, send out kindness to our ancestors and past hurts, and rejoice with the inspirational gospel and immortal song. It will be an inner Freedom and not a passing one, a triumphal coming home of the Spirit of Bliss, Serenity and Delight, saying: "Free at last, free at last, give God the glory, for I am free at last, and my Soul is filled with LOVE." Rumi expresses this with loftiness and sublimity:
“When I am with you, we stay up all night,
When you're not here, I can't get to sleep.
Praise God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them.” -Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks.
ALL MY LOVE TO A CHARMING AND COURAGEOUS FAMILY.
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. Copyrighted, 12th February, 2015.