Archive | February 2015

In His Will is our Peace

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“But you who are so happy here, tell me:
do you aspire to a more profound insight, or a greater ecstasy?”

She smiled a little, as did the shades beside her;
then answered with such gladness that her whole being seemed to glow with love’s first fire:

‘Brother, God’s generosity itself calms our will,
and makes us want no more than what we have, and long for nothing else.
If we desired any greater bliss,
we would not be in harmony with Him
whose love assigns us to a lower place.

The essence of this joy
is that we all have given up our personal desires
so that our will is merged with God’s own will.

Therefore our rank in heaven, from height to height,
is just as dear to each particular soul
as to the Master who appointed it.

In His will is our peace: It is the sea
into which all currents and all streams
empty themselves, for all eternity.”

~Dante Alighieri

In the Ecstasy of this Love

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Let me play this music

Let me sing this song

While I look in your Soul and I See your Light

 I merge with You in the Ecstasy of this Love

Here the Sunset becomes Sunrise

The Salt becomes Sugar

My Soul becomes your Soul

In this Everything we become Nothing

In This Nothing We Are Everything

Annalisa Grova

 

Love is not love

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Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,

That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.

Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle’s compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, 

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

William Shakespeare

 

The Meaning of Love

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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.

Rumi