Guest guest Posted September 17, 1999 Report Share Posted September 17, 1999 Colette T wrote: > Now one from Rumi ~ > > Ony he whose garment is rent by the violence of love > Is wholly pure from covetousness & sin. > Hail to Thee, O Love, sweet madness! > Thou who healest all our infirmities! > Love exalts our earthly bodies to heaven > And makes the hills to dance with joy! > > The Beloved is all in all, the lover only veils Him > The Beloved is all that lives, the lover a dead thing. > When the lover feels no longer Love's quickening > He becomes like a bird who has lost it's wings. Alas! > How can I retain my senses about me, > When the Beloved shows not the light of His countenance? > > Love desires that this secret should be revealed > For if a mirror reflects not, of what use is it? > Knowest thou why the mirror reflects not? > Because the rust has not been scoured from its face. > If it were purified from all rust & defilement, > It would reflect the shining of the sun of God. > > ~RUMI~ > > Much Love, > > Colette > ~*~ > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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