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Love. It's supposed to feel special and not forced on. You can't help who you love. You get heartbroken, you can suffer but once it's real, it will never leave and you'll always find a way to be with each other no matter what. If you really love someone, you never give up on them and you fight for what you have, even when times are tough. Love is special, don't let it go. || BetweenTheLines.
the windows down
and the scenery flashing
into pastoral filmreel forgotton
in a piscean parade of discard
the only thing i'll remember
is how this float it felt
on the way toward
paring everything down
to a fleshy swim through
eyes closed with you
Tried my hands on ballpen last night. And all the while I kept thinking to myself..⬇⬇
Envy is human nature. A highly multi-directional phenomenon. And there is a direct link between envy and hate, naturally. Even a mentor could become an adversary on the premise of outstanding brilliance resulting from our over-diligence - a concept presented for us to embrace by the same person who is now surprisingly incensed against us.
It's strange but our leading light sometimes becomes intimidated we are about to evolve and outshine them. But we must accept the challenge as a part of the package of life's journey. Still we must fight the urge to appear ungrateful whilst displaying an attitude that is ready to harness the best in every situation - good or bad. All the best folks!! #art#artist#ballpen#painter#drawanyway#aartstudion#wordsmith#communityofwriters#artsmith#motivation#quotes
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
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 - The Meaning of Love
The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of love.
This dance of light,
This sacred blessing,
This divine love,
to a world beyond
only lovers can see
with their eyes of fiery passion. .
They are the chosen ones
who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light
now they are the radiant sun.
They have left behind
the world of deceitful games.
They are the privileged lovers
who create a new world
with their eyes of fiery passion.
~~ Rumi - The Privileged Lovers
At last you have departed and gone to the Unseen.
What marvelous route did you take from this world?
Beating your wings and feathers,
you broke free from this cage.
Rising up to the sky
you attained the world of the soul.
You were a prized falcon trapped by an Old Woman.
Then you heard the drummer's call
and flew beyond space and time.
As a lovesick nightingale, you flew among the owls.
Then came the scent of the rosegarden
and you flew off to meet the Rose.
The wine of this fleeting world
caused your head to ache.
Finally you joined the tavern of Eternity.
Like an arrow, you sped from the bow
and went straight for the bull's eye of bliss.
This phantom world gave you false signs
But you turned from the illusion
and journeyed to the land of truth.
You are now the Sun -
what need have you for a crown?
You have vanished from this world -
what need have you to tie your robe?
I've heard that you can barely see your soul.
But why look at all? -
yours is now the Soul of Souls!
O heart, what a wonderful bird you are.
Seeking divine heights,
Flapping your wings,
you smashed the pointed spears of your enemy.
The flowers flee from Autumn, but not you -
You are the fearless rose
that grows amidst the freezing wind.
Pouring down like the rain of heaven
you fell upon the rooftop of this world.
Then you ran in every direction
and escaped through the drain spout . . .
Now the words are over
and the pain they bring is gone.
Now you have gone to rest
in the arms of the Beloved.
~~ Rumi - Gone to the Unseen