About Love

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What I posted on the previous entry titled "Abstract Entry" abstractly described my feeling at that time. I just implicitly said that I suffered yet enjoyed at the same time the joy to be drugged on abstract feeling, called "love". Since I felt abstract and consciously thought that it will last only temporary, so I deprived the feeling. So, I lied to myself about what's going on. But then I listened to the song whose lyric told me that "Love will never lie". So I nodded, and understood I can lie others but I can't lie myself. But the substantial question is not about falling in love or love itself, but how far it will go? Or in popular verses, (Mau dibawa ke mana....). Haha.. That question will take me further to other variants which involved consequence, responsibility, and principle.

Love is indeed beautiful feeling when we can be so ecstatic, energetic, and euphoric about something or someone. Then, I found such a nice poem from Rumi on Love. "Wherever you are, whatever you do, be in love". Yeah, Rumi is such a great Lover, in different degree of love. He really captivated me with the noble yet majestic love that can't be argued. Yeah, I am now falling in love with the poetry about Love by Rumi.

It's only intermezzo in the middle of reading journals for my thesis. Yeah, yesterday my Mom reminded me about the essence of priority, and showed me a gateway to move forward to another life journey, which should be started by finishing my thesis. Thanks Mom. Anyway today is her birthday. I sent her message last night and she answered back with such a great prayer to her children. Thank you for your endless love, support and prayers, Mom! I guess it is also another sample of genuine love that will never lie.

Please enjoy Rumi's poems :

This World Which Is Made of Our Love for Emptiness

Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. Existence:
This place made from our love for that emptiness!

Yet somehow comes emptiness,
this existence goes.

Praise to that happening, over and over!
For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness.

Then one swoop, one swing of the arm,
that work is over.

Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope,
free of mountainous wanting.

The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw
blown off into emptiness.

These words I'm saying so much begin to lose meaning:
Existence, emptiness, mountain, straw:

Words and what they try to say swept
out the window, down the slant of the roof.




Love is Reckless

Love is reckless; not reason.

Reason seeks a profit.

Love comes on strong,

consuming herself, unabashed.

Yet, in the midst of suffering,

Love proceeds like a millstone,

hard surfaced and straightforward.

Having died of self-interest,

she risks everything and asks for nothing.

Love gambles away every gift God bestows.

Without cause God gave us Being;

without cause, give it back again.

Thanks Rumi, your poem is such a medicine for my reckless love. Thank you, I feel enlightened :)