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The Poetry of Rumi. The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow and joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh. Jelaluddin Rumi Below is an extract of this Blessing of Love from the weekly ezine Blessings for YOU available FREE - see below In Corrogue this Anam cara is tending the garden of love. It is Valentines Day. This is an annual celebration that allows us to remember the importance of love. Too often, however, this day heightens the sense of separateness from love. Too often this day tends to deepen the illusion of love as our connection to the other. There is ‘my love’ and there is the ‘my beloved.’ There are two egos supporting or transcending each other’s sense of separate existence. We are limited in our understanding of love. Eskimos have over twenty words for snow. We have too few words to describe the nuances of love. We engage in what the mystical poet Hafiz refers to as, “our teacup talk of love.” We are unknowing of love. To know love is to be love. There is no duality in love. There is no other to be in love with. This is not what our ego wants to hear let alone know. To know the beauty of love is the death of the ego. Our ego wants to be more loving. It thinks that this will give it an advantage. It sees that there might be more happiness in this. It is a bargain hunter. Its premise is give a little love and get a bit of love. Maybe even go a bit further and give more than you get if you are slightly desperate. The ego cannot imagine what it is to be love incarnate. To be is to be love. Your ego will accept the possibility of loving but not the reality that you are love. Your ego might be prepared to accept intellectually that you are made in the image of God. What it will not do is to know this statement as a living truth. It will not accept that you are love, which is what it means to be made in the image of God. To do so means the ego has to die. This it is not willingly to do. You cannot imagine God. Neither can you imagine what it is to be love. You can only be it. You can only know what it feels like to jump off a cliff edge by jumping. Entering a state of non-separateness from love can be known but it cannot be described. One has to jump into the unknown to enter the all knowing. As Rumi tells us love is beyond condition. It is beyond time. No spring, no autumn. It is always fresh. It is always new and always now. Subscribe NOW to the weekly inspirational Ezine  Blessing for YOU and receive an additional FREE report entitled Your Privacy Is Assured. We Will Never Rent Your Email Address "7 Ways Towards Finding It's a Wonderful Life!" Email: Name:   Tony Cuckson who runs these groups is a storyteller, writer, workshop leader and Anam cara (Soul Friend) . tony@irishblessingsmatter.com Home |Site Map |Blog| Storytelling | Articles | In Corrogue | Products | Services |  About Me