The Meaning of Love

Both light and shadow, are the dance of Love.

Love has no cause; it is the astrolabe of God’s secrets.

Lover and Loving are inseparable and timeless.

Although I may try to describe Love,

When I experience it I am speechless.

Although I may try to write about Love,

I am rendered helpless;

my pen breaks and the paper slips away at the ineffable place

where Lover, Loving, and Loved are one.

Every moment is made glorious

by the light of Love.

Do You Love Me?

A lover asked his 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 dissappeared from myself
and my attributes
I am present only for 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.

from: Love poems of Rumi - Deepak Chopra

On Children

  Your children are not your children.
  They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
  They come through you but not from you,
  And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

  You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
  For they have their own thoughts.

  You may house their bodies but not their souls,
  For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
  You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
  For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

  You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
  The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
  Let our bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
  For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Joy and Sorrow

Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."

And he answered:

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.

And how else can it be?

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."

But I say unto you, they are inseparable.

Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.

Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.

When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

Ghazal 119 (Companionship)

I don’t need
a companion who is
nasty sad and sour

the one who is
like a grave
dark depressing and bitter

a sweetheart is a mirror
a friend a delicious cake
it isn’t worth spending
an hour with anyone else

a companion who is
in love only with the self
has five distinct characters

stone hearted
unsure of every step

lazy and disinterested
keeping a poisonous face

the more this companion waits around
the more bitter everything will get
just like a vinegar
getting more sour with time

enough is said about
sour and bitter faces
a heart filled with desire for

sweetness and tender souls
must not waste itself with unsavory matters

When the Rose is Gone (Jalaledin Rumi)

When the rose is gone and the garden faded
you will no longer hear the nightingale’s song.
The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.
The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.
If love withholds its strengthening care,
the lover is left like a bird without care,
the lover is left like a bird without wings.
How will I be awake and aware
if the light of the Beloved is absent?
Love wills that this Word be brought forth

Let Go of Your Worries

Let go of your worries             

and be completely clear-hearted,               

like the face of a mirror               

that contains no images.               

If you want a clear mirror,               

behold yourself               

and see the shameless truth,               

which the mirror reflects.               

If metal can be polished               

to a mirror-like finish,               

what polishing might the mirror               

of the heart require?               

Between the mirror and the heart               

is this single difference:               

the heart conceals secrets,

while the mirrors does no

Looking for Love

A strange passion is moving in my head.

My heart has become a bird

which searches in the sky.

Every part of me goes in different directions.

Is it really so

that the one I love is everywhere?

and when the little angel has gone

what can I say if they took you away from me
what can I do if they say they have rights on raising you
what can I say if they say that I’m a bad figure for you
what can I do to love you when we’re separated by thousand miles away

I drop my tears every time I remember you smiling at me;
when you jump and roll on the grass where we spent our very last moment in the afternoon
when you wipe the ice cream on your nose by your tongue
when you wash my hair while we’re taking a bath in the cool bath tub we live together
and when you kiss me, hug me, and asked me to teach you ABC, or Aa, Ba, Ta…

Did I tell you that I love your drawings?
the big heads and the three pieces of hairs, and the small bodies?
your abstract circles full of colors
your stamps and the animals pics,
all the drawing tools I gave you on your lovely birthday
I still remember you pray on the day you also received the little pony from your mom,
I was so touched and proud of you

Everything has changed now,
they took you away from me,
in the name of national and religious law,
in the name of love and rights

you will always be my little angel;
whenever and where ever you are
even though you are gone in physical circumstance
you will always be here in my heart
remains and live to build my strength
to reminds me of earning money to get you into school and play with other children

and when they say the little angel has gone
you will always be here beside me
you are my angel
you are my love

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Derita Sang Hawa

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