Intoxicated by the Wine of Love.
From each a mystic silence Love demands.
What do all seek so earnestly? ‘Tis Love.
What do they whisper to each other? Love.
Love is the subject of their inmost thoughts.
In Love no longer ‘thou’ and ‘I’ exist,
For Self has passed away in the Beloved.
Now will I draw aside the veil from Love,
And in the temple of mine inmost soul,
Behold the Friend; Incomparable Love.
He who would know the secret of both worlds,
Will find the secret of them both, is Love.
–Farid ud Din Attar
…the heart that leaps all bounds, expresses joy and sadness, rounds the bend and meets us face to face with light so beautiful that tears flow; the ocean spreading itself with ease and grace as every inch of us, every cell within us explodes with rapture–freedom to be that here! what a gift–thank you dear Vanessa.
Be Still 