I have loved in life and I have been loved.
I have drunk the bowl of poison from the hands of love as nectar, and have been raised above life’s joy and sorrow.
My heart, aflame in love, set afire every heart that came in touch with it.
My heart has been broken and again made whole;
My heart has been wounded and healed again;
A thousand deaths my heart has died, and thanks be to love, it lives yet.
I went through hell and saw there love’s raging fire,
and I entered heaven illumined with the light of love.
I wept in love and made all weep with me;
I mourned in love and pierced the hearts of men;
And when my fiery glance fell on the rocks, the rocks burst forth as volcanoes.
The whole world sank in the flood caused by my one tear;
With my deep sigh the earth trembled, and when I cried aloud the name of my beloved,
I shook the throne of God in heaven.
I bowed my head low in humility, and on my knees I begged of love,
“Disclose to me, I pray thee, O love, thy secret.”
She took me gently by my arms and lifted me above the earth, and spoke softly in my ear,
“My dear one, thou thyself art love, art lover,
and thyself art the beloved whom thou hast adored”.
-Hazrat Inayat Khan
How often we forget who we really are. We are love. We are the love that we endlessly seek. So perhaps we quit seeking and instead look inside to find exactly what we have been searching for all along. What a beautiful blessing to have whispered in one’s ear “Thou thyself are love, are lover, and thyself are the beloved who thou hast adored”. The energy of it is mesmerizing and filled with peace and contentment. And somehow in that contentment lies a letting go of something that has been pulling and dragging at the soul. This letting go allows for the love that resides within to be seen, felt and experienced. It truly is a Dance of the Soul. One that should be made over and over again.