Love

To Intellect, which, if it chose, could set the universe aflame, learns from Love to illuminate, instead of burning up, its frame.

To Love it is that your soul owes its heightened states’ engenderment – from Rumi’s ardent passion to Farabi’s solemn wonderment.

I sing these joy-inspiring words – I sing them and dance with delight – Love is a balsam for the heart despite its soul-tormenting might.

Not every subtle point can be expressed in words. Consult a while your own heart: maybe you will see my point made in the heart’s own style.