Today I was talking with a friend about the ineffable and the frustration we sometimes feel when we are trying to use our limited English language to describe the Divine or Love – what the Sufi’s call Ishq. This poem from Rumi says it well.
With a hat tip to sister Amina from whose blog post I picked this up today.
The Meaning of Love – Rumi
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.