Intoxicating Madness

The intellectual is always showing off,
the lover is always getting lost.
The intellectual runs away, afraid ofdrowning;
the whole business of love is to drown in the sea.
Intellectuals plan their repose;
lovers are ashamed to rest.
The lover is always alone,
even surrounded by people;
like waterand oil, he remains apart.
The man who goes to the trouble of giving advice
to a lover get nothing. He's mocked by passion.
Love is like musk. It attracts attention.
Love is a tree and the lovers are its shade.
-Rumi

Ah to drown in the waters of that sea, to lose yourself walking on ever-winding roads into unknown places, to surrender to the impulses generated by your own throbbing heart brimming over with the deepest oflove...
then the world becomes a cascade of colour, all music seems tomatch the rhythm of your soul,neither do your feet touch the ground nor do you feel apart from the oneyou love. Should you rejoice in the love you give, you receive, you share..the state of rapture is priceless.Even the heart-wrenching pain of unrequited love is beyond compare.What other pain can intoxicate so? Yes Rumi, beloved friend, teacher from another realm,another time, no advice and no medicine can heal what ails one who exists in this state. No fear however powerful, can prevent a lover from reaching this place. A true lover only wants is to give of himself,more and more and still more. Take of me what you will, for I am endless, the source of love within myself is limitless -that is what real love makes you realise. If this is madness, let it never end. May this mad, intoxication envelope the entire universe. Let not a single heart remain dry. May Human love however limited, become Divine and endless in expression. May the whole creation pulsate with this love.