writing about love

The Meaning of LOVE

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.

-Jelalluddin Rumi-

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Since talking about Love is like Dancing about Architecture, I wanted to write about love, but I am definitely rendered helpless.

How can you explain a heart?
How can you feel a tear?
How can you mend a heart, that's broken and disappeared?

I asked a friend, if I am a reserved person. She blurted out a quick and big "NO". How can I attract someone who loves a reserved person. Then, I know that is where I started off with a wrong foot. Either that or I knocked on the wrong door.

What is right and what is wrong? What an opened ended discussion. Some people chose right and still wondered the what if's of wrongdoings. Some people chose wrong and find comfort.

I chose whats most appropriate. I chose what I felt close to heart. I chose the best.

The best has yet to chose me.

Life is part choice and part chance.

Its the choices you've made through the chances given. Chances are, you'll find a smile in your inner soul. Chances are, again, you might not.

In these twisting words and explanations, lies the truth about love. Unknowingly, my subconscious wrote about love.

Love makes you dwell into a lot of things which are insignificant in general, but god and goddess of the small things.

Love makes you think of all the seven deadly sins and turns them into wonders and joyous element of happiness.

Love is what I feel and say but can never be understood by others.

Love is you and love is me.

Love is dancing in the moonlight and singing in the rain.

Love makes the moon feels so much closer and the sun, so much cooler.

Love makes you feel focused at times and lost the next minute.

Love said, "Dance with me, baby"

I say, "I can't dance"

Love smiled, "I'll show you how. I'll let you step on my feet. Just dance with me"

I asked, "Why such determination?"

Love explained, "When you dance with me, I can feel you close to me. I can feel your heart beats with mine, and I can feel your tenderness grooving with the same music playing in my ears. At times, I can kiss you and smell your neck. Or maybe, I can just rest my head on your shoulders. I want to feel secure in your arms, but I want us standing on our own feet. I want the people to know we're together, the passion that we share, but at times, I like to glide us to somewhere at the end of the dancefloor, where its darker and I can feel just the two of us. I want to understand you and we move on the same rhythm. I want to lead and I want to let you lead. Most of all, I want us to be together, if not forever, but enough to enjoy and understand each other. So we can say, the next time, we are born to be dance partners."

I took her hand and slowly walk to the middle of the dancefloor.

She was right.

We are born to be dance partners.

Love and I.

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