Originally posted by: Moonbeam
Originally posted by: shira
Originally posted by: Moonbeam
Originally posted by: shira
Originally posted by: Moonbeam
To your other question, they say that love is blind. I take it, therefore, that if it's not blind it isn't love and just some ego infatuation that fades. The lover has maybe gone where you fear to tread for the lover has died in the flame.
Wait a second, "Love is blind" means that a lot of what people call love IS an infatuation. It's when love isn't blind - when your understanding of your loved one is so profound that you clearly see all of their faults, understand your differences, and see where compromises are essential, yet you love them anyway - that's what I'd call real love.
You love them anyway? My my, how blind you are.
I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and disregard the possibility that you're just being willfully obtuse. Unfortunately, that means you have an extremely limited capacity to understand what others clearly state.
Blindness means not seeing. What I described is seeing someone clearly - warts and all, yet loving them anyway. That's acceptance, not blindness.
Sorry you're unable to comprehend this simple point.
Then accept what I say.
A poem by Attar the Chemist:
Since there is no one to be our companion in Love
The prayer mat is for the pious: wine dregs and vice for us ...
If the wine-bringers of the spirit sit with the devout
their wine is for the aesthetics; lees and hangovers for us ...
Cure is for the purists,
Love of the Beloved burned me like a candle, head to foot.
My soul-bird burned like a moth, wing and feather.
The fire of her love smoked my heart like aloes;
then her fire consumed both the smoke and the aloes.
A coal from her face fell into the desert:
both worlds burned like kindling from her ember.
I was to offer my soul to the soul-mate.
The Beloved outsmarted me; I got burnt.
There's nothing left of my blood or flesh, but ash
...............
You to your love and me to my death