"Don't be without love so you won't be dead. Die with love so that you stay alive", like my inspiration Mevlana, I am filled with such divine love. I see it everywhere. I see him in everything. I love everything for him. I disappear with him in everything.

I am neither here nor there. Neither existence nor nothingness. Neither my body nor my soul. Love is everything. Love is life. Love is the divine. Love is the universe.

Love is the purpose of life whispering in silence. In order to hear the totality of emotion that speaks of the love of life, I need to lift the veil from my ears. It is enough to close my earthly eyes and hear.

When I go deeper and deeper. I can now hear with my eyes and see with my ears. Love is everywhere. Love is every moment. Love is creation itself.

Love is not the body. Love is the dance of the soul. Love is in the seed of a grape, in the tail of a peacock, in the smell of the earth, in every drop of water, in every ember of fire. Where are you looking for love?

Love is in every rising day, in every blooming flower, in every setting sun, in every shining star. It is in every beauty offered without expecting anything in return. In the most sincere smile.

You cannot go away from Love. Love is within us. Love in every breath given by the Creator who says, "I breathed into you from my own soul".

How beautifully Mevlana describes the mystery of life that smells of love:

"Love came, cut the blood in my veins, in my skin, took me from me, filled me with the beloved. What is left of me is a name, beyond that it is always Him."

This is the annihilation of body and soul in love. This is the molding of unity and oneness in love. He is no longer himself, he is someone else. Now he is the beloved. All that remains of him is his name.

He continues as follows: "What am I in this body after you don't drop into my soul as a cemre? You are the love. You are the longing. I am you too..."

Let the soul be kneaded with the beloved, and without him, what can the body do? Pain is love, longing is love, vuslat is love. He destroys himself in love and sips his nothingness with the departure of his beloved.

He stops eating and drinking. He no longer speaks, laughs or eats. He feels nothing but pain and longing. He blends love and pain in his soul, and this is how his most beautiful work begins:

"Don't make us so devastated, so upset
O one whose station is above existence and non-existence
Don't leave the field of existence like that.
If you were to turn away, the moon would turn black
Don't you mean demolish your house on the moon?
Our lips would dry up if you were to dry up.
Don't make our eyes so full of tears
If you don't have the strength to deal with lovers
Then why do you marvel at love?
O one in whose hand is heaven and hell
Don't make heaven hell for us like that
The poison in the sugar bowl won't harm us
Do not make that poison one with that sugar."

Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Mukaddes Pekin Başdil

Researcher-Author

Source: Denizli Haber