Saturday, October 2, 2010

The art of separation










"The art of separation is one of the most difficult there is, for
you have to know when the time is right. Any premature separation
is a wrench and causes tearing. Initiates have learned the art of
separation from nature itself. You cannot separate the nut from
its shell, yet nature knows how to do so: it lets the fruit
ripen, and the shell disintegrates of its own accord and falls
away. This separation symbolizes maturity. A mother carries a
child in her womb for several months, and it would be dangerous
to attempt to force it out prematurely. But when the time comes,
the fruit falls, and the link between the child and its mother
can be cut.
And what about our soul? It is trapped in our body, and to
become free it has to separate from the dense matter surrounding
it - but not before reaching maturity. So, that is a subject for
reflection, and autumn is the best period to meditate on true
liberation."

Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet
Through Love all that is copper will be gold.
Through Love all dregs will turn to purest wine
Through Love all pain will turn to medicine.
Through Love the dead will all become alive.
Through Love the king will turn into a slave!
 

Rumi

Rumi ~ poems

Love rests on no foundation.
It is an endless ocean,
with no beginning or end.

~
Oh, my friend,
all that you see of me
is just a shell,
and the rest belongs to love.

~
This divine love,
beckons us
to a world beyond
only lovers can see
with their eyes of fiery passion.

~
The lover is a king above all kings,
unafraid of death, not at all interested in a golden crown.
The dervish has a pearl concealed under his patched cloak.
Why should he go begging door to door?

~
The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of love.

~
They will ask you
what you have produced.
Say to them,
except for Love,
what else can a Lover produce?

I am in Love with Love ~ Rumi

I am in Love with Love
and Love is in love with me.
My body is in Love with the soul
and the soul is in Love with my body.
I opened my arms to Love
and Love embraced me like a lover.
Rumi