Originally posted by: Moonbeam
Originally posted by: JohnOfSheffield
Originally posted by: PC Surgeon
Originally posted by: Moonbeam
No I am not free. You are free. I am constrained by reason.
You are as free as you let yourself be.
Isn't this fucking cute.
I think it's sooo cute, maybe light a scented candle, take a bath toghether in rose water?
What do you know of the essence of attar? Here is one of his poems:
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," the poems goes on, celebrating an ecstatic overthrowing of mere piety. In its place the Sufi wanted direct encounter with the beloved, which required nothing less than an extinguishment of the self.
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