More apocalypse, less angst
I will be writing about Rumi tomorrow as part of my course writings, but in the interim I am sharing the poem I was meditating on this afternoon. An antidote to the grey day – shone in the afternoon light of divine love.
Love is Reckless
Love is reckless; not reason.
Reason seeks a profit.
Love comes on strong, consuming herself, unabashed.
Yet, in the midst of suffering,
Love proceeds like a millstone,
hard-surfaced and straightforward.
Having died to self-interest
she risks everything and asks for nothing.
Love gambles away every gift God bestows.
Without cause God gave us being;
without cause, give it back again.
Gambling yourself away is beyond any religion
Religion seeks grace and favour,
but those who gamble these are are God’s favourites,
for they neither put God to the test
nor knock at the door of gain and loss.
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