The Temple Of Love

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Love Is The Cure 

For your pain will keep giving birth to more pain

until your eyes constantly exhale love

as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.' 

O Love!

O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now,

Be all - worlds dissolve into your

stainless endless radiance,

Frail living leaves burn with your brighter

than cold stares -

Make me your servant, your breath, your core. 

The Temple Of Love 

The temple of love is not love itself;

True love is the treasure,

Not the walls about it.

Do not admire the decoration,

But involve yourself in the essence,

The perfume that invades and touches you-

The beginning and the end.

Discovered, this replace all else,

The apparent and the unknowable.

Time and space are slaves to this presence. 

When Grapes Turn To Wine 

to wine, they long for our ability to change.

When stars wheel

around the North Pole,

they are longing for our growing consciousness.

Wine got drunk with us,

not the other way.

The body developed out of us, not we from it.

We are bees,

and our body is a honeycomb.

We made

the body, cell by cell we made it.

My Burning Heart 

My heart is burning with love

All can see this flame

My heart is pulsing with passion

like waves on an ocean

my friends have become strangers

and I'm surrounded by enemies

But I'm free as the wind

no longer hurt by those who reproach me

I'm at home wherever I am

And in the room of lovers

I can see with closed eyes

the beauty that dances

Behind the veils

intoxicated with love

I too dance the rhythm

of this moving world

I have lost my senses

in my world of lovers .