Rumi, the Islamic poet, said that everything in the universe is a rhythmic drumbeat - only love is a melody. According to Rumi, anyone who does not love is like a fish without water or a bird without wings. There are three arduous requirements for attaining the state of perfect love - to be free from greed, to disdain the intellect, and to transcend all social roles and find one's true Self. Love, says Rumi, is the creative essence of the universe. Through love, thorns are turned to roses, sickness is transformed into health, and anger softens into gentleness; good fortune is seen in the bad, and the ugliest prison becomes a rose garden.
In awakening to the "unspeakable world," I am finding that all the so-called differences between self and other, life and death, pleasure and pain, are all conceptual and really not there. The more I get away from the chitchat inside my skull, the "thinking about thinking," the happier I am. So if this blog seems terse and cryptic, that's why.