LOVE IS.... WELL.... IS

LOVE IS ...

... WELL ... IS ...

The antidote to the madness of Mind is the knowing of heart. It is what we call 'love', though no word exists, not even a vibration, which can capture the meaning of love in its Infinite, stillness and silence.

Mind thinks it knows love, but it is blind to its true immensity, numb to its music, its poetry, its All Knowing. 

Rumi wrote:
Those who don't feel this Love
pulling them like a river,
those who don't drink dawn
like a cup of spring water
or take in sunset like supper,
those who don't want to change,
Let them sleep.

This Love is beyond the study of theology,
that old trickery and hypocrisy.
If you want to improve your mind that way,
Sleep on.

I've given up on my brain.
I've torn the cloth to shreds
and thrown it away.

If you're not completely naked,
wrap your beautiful robe of words
around you,

And sleep.

We talk about the 'conscious' Mind when Mind without true Consciousness is unconscious. Most of this 'world' is unconscious as it - unconsciously - follows the programs of Mind believing them to be self-awareness and personal 'choice'. Yet it is only reaction to program, like a computer reading a disk.

Mind is the vehicle for Consciousness - but the 'car' has become also the driver.