The longing to return to the Arms of the Beloved is at the root of every emotion, every desire that we have.
This is inclusive of every romantic notion, every melancholic yearning for a lost or current love, every Bhakti moment at the feet of the Master.
The draw of death and the desire to return to the womb are but misplaced yearnings born of our having forgotten that we are in fact, in every moment One with All Things – that there is no separation.
To truly know this arrests all, as Beauty arrests motion. Remembrance is the most profound of all spiritual practices.
The heart does know, what the head does not.
The Beloved is ever with me and I and the Beloved are One.
Ishq allah ma’bud allah – God is Love, Lover, and Beloved.
This life is indeed The Path of Love.
Be in Love.
Be Love.
Love.