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Whispers of the heart: A journey into true' love.
In a world where masks conceal the truth, where facades reign supreme, to weave dreams of love in the tapestry of my own tongue, to paint love's portrait with strokes of my own choosing. In a world of transactions and acquisitions, I ache for a love ethereal, a love that transcends. A love rooted in the sacred, in a connection so deep it breathes meaning into existence, reminding me of my inherent worth. While many see love through the lens of romance, I hold dear a love just as profound, albeit in a different hue.
Love, ahhhhh! love, it's a concept that dances on the edge of my consciousness, elusive yet ever-present. In this world of superficial exchanges, of swipes and likes, I ache for a love that transcends the material, that resonates in the depths of my soul. It's a love rooted in the sacred, in the profound spiritual connection that gives life meaning and purpose.
You see, when most people speak of love, they conjure images of roses and candlelit dinners, of whispered promises and stolen kisses. And while romantic love is undeniably beautiful, there exists another kind of love, a love that pulses with a different rhythm, yet is equally powerful and profound.
For me, love is a tapestry woven with threads of oneness and uplifted honesty, of spiritual intimacy and unwavering devotion. It's the comfort of knowing that in each other's arms, we find sanctuary from the chaos of the world. It's the sense of belonging, of being seen and cherished for who we truly are, flaws and all.
In a world where love is often reduced to a transaction, I long for the purity of heart that defines true love. It's a love that transcends space and time, that defies logic and reason. It's the kind of love that poets have immortalized in verse, that artists have captured on canvas—the kind of love that leaves an indelible mark on the soul. I've never quite found the words to express my adoration for the unconventional, for the things the world may never comprehend. The unity, the purity of heart, the solace found in spiritual communion, the bond of souls, the obsession of the heart. In the realm of spiritual love, we become vessels through which love flows freely. As the Sufi poet Hafiz so eloquently put it:
"I am a hole in a flute
that Christ’s breath moves through
listen to this music"
And yes, I confess, In this 21st century, I am still that girl, unabashedly obsessed with roses and lilies, with handwritten letters and heartfelt gestures. To me, a single rose is more than just a symbol of romance; it's a testament to the beauty of gratitude, to the power of appreciation for the kindnesses that grace our lives.
But it's not just the tangible symbols of love that captivate me. It's the intangible moments, the fleeting glances and whispered confessions, the shared laughter and silent understanding. It's the knowledge that in each other's presence, we find solace and strength, that we are bound together by something greater than ourselves.
They say that love has its own stages, its own journey—a progression from attraction to attachment, from love to trust, from worship to madness, culminating in the ultimate surrender to death. And it's in this journey that I find my purpose—to love fiercely and fearlessly, to embrace each moment with an open heart and a willing spirit. I am still captivated by the notion of being seen, of being the object of someone's unwavering gaze. To stumble into another's path and become their immediate fascination. It echoes the sentiments of ancient literature, where love is depicted as a journey through stages: attraction, attachment, love, trust, worship, madness, culminating in death. And it's in this tale that I find my place, clinging to the purity of emotion, the rawness of connection, and the timeless beauty of a love that endures beyond mortal confines.
© Inaya
#Love&love #spirituality #WritcoQuote #writco
Love, ahhhhh! love, it's a concept that dances on the edge of my consciousness, elusive yet ever-present. In this world of superficial exchanges, of swipes and likes, I ache for a love that transcends the material, that resonates in the depths of my soul. It's a love rooted in the sacred, in the profound spiritual connection that gives life meaning and purpose.
You see, when most people speak of love, they conjure images of roses and candlelit dinners, of whispered promises and stolen kisses. And while romantic love is undeniably beautiful, there exists another kind of love, a love that pulses with a different rhythm, yet is equally powerful and profound.
For me, love is a tapestry woven with threads of oneness and uplifted honesty, of spiritual intimacy and unwavering devotion. It's the comfort of knowing that in each other's arms, we find sanctuary from the chaos of the world. It's the sense of belonging, of being seen and cherished for who we truly are, flaws and all.
In a world where love is often reduced to a transaction, I long for the purity of heart that defines true love. It's a love that transcends space and time, that defies logic and reason. It's the kind of love that poets have immortalized in verse, that artists have captured on canvas—the kind of love that leaves an indelible mark on the soul. I've never quite found the words to express my adoration for the unconventional, for the things the world may never comprehend. The unity, the purity of heart, the solace found in spiritual communion, the bond of souls, the obsession of the heart. In the realm of spiritual love, we become vessels through which love flows freely. As the Sufi poet Hafiz so eloquently put it:
"I am a hole in a flute
that Christ’s breath moves through
listen to this music"
And yes, I confess, In this 21st century, I am still that girl, unabashedly obsessed with roses and lilies, with handwritten letters and heartfelt gestures. To me, a single rose is more than just a symbol of romance; it's a testament to the beauty of gratitude, to the power of appreciation for the kindnesses that grace our lives.
But it's not just the tangible symbols of love that captivate me. It's the intangible moments, the fleeting glances and whispered confessions, the shared laughter and silent understanding. It's the knowledge that in each other's presence, we find solace and strength, that we are bound together by something greater than ourselves.
They say that love has its own stages, its own journey—a progression from attraction to attachment, from love to trust, from worship to madness, culminating in the ultimate surrender to death. And it's in this journey that I find my purpose—to love fiercely and fearlessly, to embrace each moment with an open heart and a willing spirit. I am still captivated by the notion of being seen, of being the object of someone's unwavering gaze. To stumble into another's path and become their immediate fascination. It echoes the sentiments of ancient literature, where love is depicted as a journey through stages: attraction, attachment, love, trust, worship, madness, culminating in death. And it's in this tale that I find my place, clinging to the purity of emotion, the rawness of connection, and the timeless beauty of a love that endures beyond mortal confines.
© Inaya
#Love&love #spirituality #WritcoQuote #writco
