Thursday, April 7, 2011

Ireland and Imagined Love Limitations

Well, its taken a trip away to realize how intolerable the atmosphere here in Ireland is. I watched all the faces on the street as the bus passed through Dublin, Naas, Castledermot and Carlow and didn’t see one smile - Grimace Central! There is still something to smile about isn’t there? Maybe people are saving their facial muscles for when they get home and their eyes alight on their family. Hopefully. I am listening to Rumi’s love poems set to music. No. 14 goes

From the beginning of my life, I have been looking for your face.
But today I have seen it.
Today, I have seen the charm, the beauty,
the unfathomable grace of the face that I was looking for, the day I found you.
And those who laughed and scorned me yesterday
are sorry that they were not looking as I did.

I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty
And wish to see you with a hundred eyes.
My heart is burning with passion.
I have searched for ever for this beauty that I now behold.
I am ashamed to call this love human and afraid of God to call it divine.

Your fragrant breath, like the morning breeze, has come to the stillness of the garden.
You have breathed new life into me. I have become your sunshine and also your shadow. My soul is screaming in ecstasy, every fibre of my being is in love with you.
Your effulgence has lit a fire in my heart
And you have made radiant for me the earth and sky.
My arrow of love has arrived at the target.
I am in the house of mercy and my heart is a place of prayer.

As well as the smiling that only goes on behind closed doors, maybe this is how everyone’s talking when they get home too! Stirred up with the feeling and wonder of each other...hopefully.

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