The Void–The things that are present through their absence.
Words give me openings to break through the loneliness in my heart.
In love all boundaries are blurred.
Broaching a subject as deep and delicate as love is like trying to capture a gusty wind. You can feel the harm the wind is about to cause, but there is no way to slow it down.
“I wish we met earlier” I was once told. There is no such thing as early or late in life. Everything happens at the right time.
All I can give you is the present moment. That is all I have. But the truth is, no one has more than that. It is just that we like to pretend we do.
Let love take hold of you and change you, at first through its presence, then through its absence–
We are all what we are, and we are all subject to change. It is a journey from here to there. You make the journey. And if you are brave enough and if I am brave enough we can go together on any road we choose.
It is never too late to ask yourself, ‘Am I ready to change the life I am living? Am I ready to change within?’ Even if a single day in your life is the same as the day before, it surely is a pity. At every moment and with each new breath, one should be renewed and renewed again. There is only one way to be born into a new life: to die before death.
By and large over time, pain turns to grief, grief turns into silence, and silence turns into lonesomeness, as vast and bottomless as the dark oceans.
No eye sees so clear and sharp as the eye of love. After grief comes another season, another valley, another you. And the lover who is nowhere to be found, you start to see everywhere.
There is perfect harmony and subtle balance in all that is and was in the universe. The dots change constantly and replace one another, but the circle remains intact. While the parts change, the whole always remains the same. For every thief who departs this world, a new one is born. And every decent person who passes away is replaced by a new one. In this way not only does nothing remain the same but also nothing ever really changes.
For every dot who has passed away, there will emerge a new one in a different age, under a different name. Names change, they come and go, but the essence remains the same. Perhaps in a past life we stood together, perhaps in another life, we will again…two dots forming a never ending circle.
“A life without love is of no account. Don’t ask yourself what kind of love you should seek, spiritual or material, divine or mundane, Eastern or Western…Divisions only lead to more divisions. Love has no labels, no definitions. It is what it is, pure and simple.
Love is the water of life. And a lover is a soul of fire!
The universe turns differently when fire loves water.”–Shams of Tabriz