Wednesday, 4 January 2012
To Become That Which You Yearn
بِسۡمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ
Love is when you become that which you yearn
When the Self is absent though the heart would burn
It is the prelude to the Divine.
It is beyond 'yours' or 'mine'.
It is the Key to the Garden.
Beyond the Veil of the Ardent.
It is the Shadowless Presence.
It is the Ocean of the Absent.
True Love is the Moments of Eternity
Spent in the Oceans of Unity.
If someone has never tasted honey, how could I explain its sweetness? If I say it is sweet, how sweet is sweet? I could describe it in a thousand thousand words and more and yet with each telling, I could scarce explain the taste. But if I were to put just a dollop in the mouth of the one who asks, then all the knowledge is inherent and there is no need for words. And that is what Islam is. It is ‘alam adz-dzawq, the realm of taste. Until one has tasted the wine of love, he does not know wine and he does not know love.