They asked the dervish,
“Where does God live?”
He smiled
like a man who had drowned
in a beautiful ocean
and replied,
“Wherever Love remains untouched
by possession.”
Then he walked away
as though even words
were too heavy
for truth.
We spend lifetimes
searching for doors
to heaven,
while the Beloved waits
inside our own breath.
Drunk on separation,
we wander through this world
calling ourselves lonely.
But how can the wave
be lonely from the sea?
Every heartache,
every longing,
every restless night
is only the soul
remembering its Source.
The tyrant seeks Love
through control.
The beggar seeks Love
through prayer.
The lover seeks Love
through another’s eyes.
All are thirsty.
Some drink from rivers,
some from mirages.
But the wine remains the same.
Love.
The saints called it God.
The poets called it fire.
The mystics called it annihilation.
For when true Love arrives,
the “I” cannot survive.
That is why ego trembles
before surrender.
It fears becoming dust
at the feet of the Infinite.
Yet what is death
except the melting
of all false boundaries?
The moon does not fight
the pull of the tide.
The reed flute does not resist
the breath of the musician.
Then why do we resist
the One
who has been singing through us
since the beginning?
Listen carefully:
Existence is not held together
by laws alone.
There is a secret rhythm
beneath creation.
A hidden remembrance
moving through stars,
through prayer beads,
through the silence
between two heartbeats.
The lovers of God
call this vibration.
The wise call it surrender.
And the broken call it longing.
But the Beloved smiles,
for all paths
whether through joy or suffering
lead back
to the same ocean.
Love is not something we find.
Love is what remains
when everything false
falls away.
Sreejith Kulaparambil
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