If you yearn for eternal life,
Rise! And travel with love.
Go! And preach love since that is what it is all about, (and on this
love) traveler shall find no better manifesto to chant about.
Impossible to speak the secret
language of love, since mere
words bear no glittering pearls at all. No matter what you utter, be
that love is something else. Think not of love as a few letters,
secret hidden behind few alphabets. Heart is in charge of speaking the
of love, the adornment for heart’s proclamations is indeed love.
Loving not something of this
world, loving no tall tales and
legends. The universe of love is indeed another world, love infinitely
than this lowly word. Love’s hearth not just any home, and love desires
this terrestrial world. Love shall not land in just any dominion, the
chamber of love is indeed the heart.
The stallion of love gallops
fast, from one moment to the
next in another place. Whomsoever rides along with love, his home on
side of the universe.
The heart that is not redolent
with the fragrance of love,
just rubbles not a heart. Converse not in vain “this and that” about
Rise! And bathe your heart in the waters of truth. Worship with heart
the evil of lusts, embark upon loving once purified from. Loving and
mere games, lusting with desires never better than loving.
The one dying on the path of love,
in the universe of
perfection (Paradise) shall find life.
Background: Heart Muscle.
2003-2002, Dara Shayda