On the colour and taste of wine

[Guest guest]

Dear Sri Vinayaka-ji,

 

advaitin, br_vinayaka <vinayaka_ns> wrote:

 

You asked AdiMa: "Can you explain this last line of the

poem for me?"

> Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of

> his ear;

> For his soul will keep the truth of your heart as

> the taste of the wine is remembered when the colour

> is forgotten and the vessel is no more.

 

 

The taste of wine lingers long after we have forgotten the colour of

the wine, or long after the chalice that held the wine has been

destroyed and reduced to dust..... but the taste of wine lingers in

our minds and we pine for it evermore.

 

In Sufi literature, the term 'wine' is often used as a metaphor for

the ecstasy of the heart's love - it is the wine of Love for the

Divine Beloved. Wine is a forbidden drink in Islam, but in the finest

flowering of Islamic mysticism, the wine of the heart is the drink of

Elysium. And the poetry of Sufism had a lasting impact not only in

Labanon but also as far away as Christian Europe.

 

Words spoken from the lips alone are mere noise, but words that come

from the truth of one's heart are like the wine-song of love for they

shall leave their imprint on the heart of the listener long after

they have been heard.... like the strains of the solitary reaper's

song that Wordworth bore in his heart long after it was heard no more:

 

Oh listen! For the Vale profound

Is overflowing with the sound.

 

I listened, motionless and still;

And, as I mounted up the hill,

The music in my heart I bore,

Long after it was heard no more.

 

 

Words spoken from the heart are truly words of love, and the taste of

love will remain for a long time for love is stronger than death. In

the book of the Essenes, Jesus says:

 

For without love,

A man's heart is parched and cracked

As the bottom of a dry well,

And his words are empty

As a hollow gourd.

But loving words are as a honeycomb

Sweet to the soul;

Loving words in a man's mouth

Are as deep waters,

And the wellsprings of love

As a flowing brook.

 

Love is stronger

Than the currents of deep waters;

Love is stronger than death.

 

 

Warm regards,

Chittaranjan

[Guest guest]

advaitin, "Chittaranjan Naik"

<chittaranjan_naik> wrote:

>

> Dear Sri Vinayaka-ji,

>

> advaitin, br_vinayaka <vinayaka_ns>

wrote:

>

> You asked AdiMa: "Can you explain this last line of the

> poem for me?"

>

> > Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of

> > his ear;

>

> > For his soul will keep the truth of your heart as

> > the taste of the wine is remembered when the colour

> > is forgotten and the vessel is no more.

>

>

> The taste of wine lingers long after we have forgotten the colour

of

> the wine, or long after the chalice that held the wine has been

> destroyed and reduced to dust..... but the taste of wine lingers

in

> our minds and we pine for it evermore.

>

> In Sufi literature, the term 'wine' is often used as a metaphor

for

> the ecstasy of the heart's love - it is the wine of Love for the

> Divine Beloved. Wine is a forbidden drink in Islam, but in the

finest

> flowering of Islamic mysticism, the wine of the heart is the drink

of

> Elysium. And the poetry of Sufism had a lasting impact not only in

> Labanon but also as far away as Christian Europe.

>

> Words spoken from the lips alone are mere noise, but words that

come

> from the truth of one's heart are like the wine-song of love for

they

> shall leave their imprint on the heart of the listener long after

> they have been heard.... like the strains of the solitary reaper's

> song that Wordworth bore in his heart long after it was heard no

more:

>

> Oh listen! For the Vale profound

> Is overflowing with the sound.

>

> I listened, motionless and still;

> And, as I mounted up the hill,

> The music in my heart I bore,

> Long after it was heard no more.

>

>

> Words spoken from the heart are truly words of love, and the taste

of

> love will remain for a long time for love is stronger than death.

In

> the book of the Essenes, Jesus says:

>

> For without love,

> A man's heart is parched and cracked

> As the bottom of a dry well,

> And his words are empty

> As a hollow gourd.

> But loving words are as a honeycomb

> Sweet to the soul;

> Loving words in a man's mouth

> Are as deep waters,

> And the wellsprings of love

> As a flowing brook.

>

> Love is stronger

> Than the currents of deep waters;

> Love is stronger than death.

>

>

> Warm regards,

> Chittaranjan

 

Dear Chittaranjanji,

 

Thank you very much for a beautiful explanation coupled with added

examples. I really enjoyed it.

 

HARI OM TAT SAT,

 

Yours in the lord,

 

Br. Vinayaka

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