Diaries of a Dervish

Love

Listen, veils are separation, and separtion is lover's slow death. Raise your both hands and pray that you never fall in love. And if you love, then you never separate. And if you separate, then you cease to exist. And if you exist, then you seeing and hearing should cease. And if you see and hear, then pray for the end of the world, for that only will save your soul.

The lover doesn't find any refuge in heavens or the earth. He lives in the darkness of slights. And be afraid of his sighs, as in his sighs is god hidden himself. Love is god. Love is the prophet. Love is life and love is death. Love has authority in totality. Love is the Truth, and listen carefully to the Truth. Regardless of what form it is in. Ephemeral or real. Love has an existence of its own. It is energy. When it leaves the lovers soul, it carries away everything along its way with it. It's existence is heavier on the universe. Whichever soul it orginates from, it burns it first. Then it destroys all relationships, contacts, beliefs, religions, kith and kin alike, and leaves behind a storm of tears. Heart and soul burn in its fire. Tears can only dampen this fire, but can't extinguish. And death doesn't even come close.

Every part of the body cries with pain, but you don't hear anything. Lover cries for death, but it doesn't come near him. Instead of blood, the fire of separation circulates in the body. Eyes turn white waiting for the beloved. Lover cries his beloved's name with every breath. The angel of death wonders at the lover's situation that he is dying slowly, but his soul doesn't leave his body.

Listen my dear friend, there is no union in love.

posted by Ramzi @ 9:29 PM