touch the sky ?

Only from the heart …… you can touch the sky.

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
(1207 – 1273 )
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Write only what you love, and love what you write.

The key word

is

love.

You have to get up in the morning

and

write something you love,

something to live for.”

–Ray Bradbury

what is love ….. a time or timeless emotion ….. in my view love is a timeless emotion in time ,,,,,

it is a eternal canvas of timeless where a short film titled “LIFE ” is projected …. it is a natural talent of acting  …… natural talent of music ……. natural talent of writing a story …. it is an inner talent to perceive eternal beauty in nature …… and nature includes everything …… a flower to a flowing river of time where we meet humans also and when we are in love that eternal beauty appears in our work , worship and human relationships.

love is to spot that eternal beauty everywhere with a…

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Description of Love

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A true lover is proved such by his pain of heart;
No sickness is there like sickness of heart.


The lover’s ailment is different from all ailments;
Love is the astrolabe of God’s mysteries.

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A lover may hanker after this love or that love,
But at the last he is drawn to the KING of love.


However much we describe and explain love,
When we fall in love we are ashamed of our words.


Explanation by the tongue makes most things clear,
But love unexplained is clearer.


writing
When pen hasted to write,
On reaching the subject of love it split in twain.
When the discourse touched on the matter of love,
Pen was broken and paper torn.


In explaining it Reason sticks fast, as an ass in mire;
Naught

but Love itself can explain love and lovers!

None

but the sun can display the sun,


If you would see it displayed, turn not away from it.

Shadows,

indeed,

may indicate the sun’s presence,

But

only the sun displays the light of life.


Shadows induce slumber, like evening talks,
But when the sun arises the ‘moon is split asunder.’ 
In the world there is naught so wondrous as the sun,
But the Sun of the soul sets not and has no yesterday.
Though the material sun is unique and single,


We can conceive similar suns like to it.
But the Sun of the soul, beyond this firmament,
No like thereof is seen in concrete or abstract.
Where is there room in conception for His essence,
So that similitudes of HIM should be conceivable? 

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
(1207 – 1273 )