WHEN SHAMS SPOKE ABOUT LOVE

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Says who? To love entirely is to love only the good and disdain the bad.

If the real self within us is asked about its inclination, it would reply with the utter innocence – why to unlove the bad?

We often decide within our minds, what to be considered and what not to be preferred and as such we train our complex mind to love and unlove places, peoples, things and so on.

It is so uncomplicated to embrace the good. But the real challenge is to accept the bad and the good together without comparing both and to recognize their individual abilities. It is necessary not because one will value the good more if it acknowledges the bad but it is important to understand the love in its deeper level that is beyond these concepts, which, is then is wholesome and undivided.

We cannot hate the rain just because its profusion creates the havoc, as we enjoy the light drizzles on Sunday evenings when we ought to get half drenched in it or to watch it falling from the sky at the midnight of a summer night. Can we unlove the trees when they get bald every year in autumn rather, we wait for the spring which makes it glow under the shining sun. We have considered both the good and the bad dispositions of these natural phenomenon. Why are we successful in inculcating the opposition in stances of humans then?

Love in its entirety is beautiful which is a collective plethora of the excellence and the awfulness. It means no division. And one should not even exhaust himself to tarnish ‘it’ only by loving the good. It is a vast unembellished ocean of serenity and lucidity. A feeling to be felt deeply within the heart and to be spread out in the world.

“A life without love is of no account. Don't ask yourself what kind of love you should seek, spiritual or material, divine or mundane, eastern or western…divisions only lead to more divisions. Love has no labels, no definitions. It is what it is, pure and simple. Love is the water of life. And a lover is a soul of fire! The universe turns differently when fire loves water.”
― Shams of Tabriz

 

 



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