love is a tree
Love is not condescension, never
that, nor books, nor any pencil trace
on paper, no; nor in how we talk
about each other. Love is a tree
with branches reaching out to always
with roots that come from everywhere,
and no trunk. Have you seen it?
No. You can’t. Your deep desire
can’t find it. The longing you feel for
love is who you are. No other.
When you become the Lover, your
longing will be like this:
a man in the ocean, holding a plank.
Soon, the plank, the man,
the encircling sea itself, all of it, are one:
one being, one communion;
the swaying sea, the teacher,
the secret of God.
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ya God is the secret!!
who recognises this?
today Love is Anatomy,…….was it not a feeling?? An Emotion!!
you’ll find an answer…….God, the only and the very only Difference!
but man doesnt understand!!
Rumi did it…….he was also a mortal man…..