Love…
I am love’s musician playing for joy
I comb the beard of happiness
and pull the moustache of sorrow.
When my core is touched by music
love’s wine begins to flow.
In this temple of fire my blood
is melting the snow from my body.
It is spring, it is time for action,
It is time to throw away all false pretences.
Dragged and pulled in love, I bear all the pain.
Caught in this confusion, in this bitter sweetness
I am the captive of this journey.
It is the scent of home that keeps me going
the hope of union, the face of my Beloved.
I know our fate is separation,
but until my last breath
I will search for my sweet love,
I will seek my home.
~ Rumi
Do You Love Me?
a lover asked her beloved,
do you love yourself more
than you love me?
the beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.
I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only in you.
I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar
I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.
If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.
-Rumi