If there had not been love,
How should there have been existence?
How should bread have attached itself to you
and become (assimilated to) you.

The perfected pattern of the human form is coherence with God’s love. Humanity drinks from the spring inspired by God. The drink inspired by God will remain forever, until perpetuity (Abad).

When we talk about love our aim is true love (ishq haqiqi), not metaphorical love (ishq majazi). Ishq Majazi is related to the material transient world, but the real or true love, ishq haqiqi, is the love which is felt toward the infinite God. The real love is eternal and infinite.

The love, if its purpose is color, won’t be love.
Eventually it will be shame…

A lover acquainted and faced with true love will get burned in the heat and realize that the material world is temporary and inconstant. The lover will think how to reach the truth (Mashooq Haqiqi) day and night, and his/her feelings, respect, and appreciation toward any element in the world will grow stronger as they will be connected to the original existence.

Elements which were once valuable can lose their value. But not love: it increases the lover’s power from within. Love is an important and powerful element, powering the body inward (Batn) and outward (Zaaher) until it evolves and love can be the medicine of all causes, strengthening faith and relieving sorrow and anxiety.

Whoever tears clothes due to love
Will be completely clean and clear from greed and fault.
Be happy, lover of a happy trade,
You are the physician of all of our causes.
Love raised dust to sky,
And made mountains start dancing.

A lover like Rumi will have a special desire to become Gnostic; he or she will be drawn to this hard journey and fight their way through, driven by the ecstasies of desire. The Gnostic lover will arrange life’s style and other activities.

The Gnostic experiences a state of pain and heartache that burns from within. The burning becomes so strong and painful that it forces the lover to scream and shout. But these shouts emerge as symphonic rhymes and poems.

Search us in love, and search love in us
Sometimes we praise love, and sometimes love praises us

Rumi believed that love clears the heart, brings harmony, decreases prejudice, and brings people closer to each other.

The Gnostic love is love of humanity. It’s not lust or heartache, but love without prejudice. It’s the kind of love that takes away selfishness and brings one closer to God. Rumi’s love and understanding started at a place of spiritual retreat (Khaaneqa). Singing (semah) in the retreat made his love stronger.

Poems, music, and dance are resources of Gnostic, not the target; the aim is to reach the truth. Rumi told us the good news: that one day the religion of love will capture the entire world.

We are all witnessing the love Rumi predicted, and most people are in love with his words.

The lover’s ailment is different from all other ailments;
Love is an astrolabe of God’s mysteries.
Love may be from this side or that side;
in the end it leads us to that King.
Though the expression of the tongue is enlightening,
the tongue-less love is more expressive.

Love is the only way to recognize God, and after the power of God, love is the only power. Mansur al-Hallaj said, “The ascension of men is love!”

Whoever does not have love of the lover in his head,
Bring that person a pack-saddle and bridle.

Imam Abu Hamid al-Ghazali wrote about love: “Love is eagerness to find something that you love; therefore, love has variety. But love in the Gnostic and spiritual world is love of God. Love is the base of success.”

After Rumi discovered his self and felt what was inside of him, he began to see in others what was in him; this way, he unified the love of God with the love of humanity. He came to the conclusion that to love human beings is to love God.

Rumi said:

A servant is in desire of freedom.
A lover does not want freedom until perpetuity.

Rumi was a Gnostic poet. Rumi did all things with love: he prayed with love, and he died with love, only to reach the only Lover.

God created me from the wine of love,
I will still be love even I am dead.

I do not think that there is one human being in the entire world without love. Every human being is in love either with worldly materials or in love with God.

The description of Gnostic love is with those worlds that describes ishq majazi, but if readers do not pay attention or they are not familiar with these kinds of poems, poets and their aim, readers might think that the aim of these Gnostic poets are ishq majazi, not true love.

Love is the fundamental of the Gnostic and without love we are not able to find a Gnostic.

Rumi developed his perfection through boundless love and then he taught that love to thousands of students and followers through his poems and other works. He became a guide to mankind: from East to West, North to South, the world became his territory. He conquered the world with love, and as the sound of his feet still reflecting in the corridor of the times, Rumi describes how love remains forever:

Whatever is in this world, love is its soul.
Whatever you see is not permanent, except love.
The only way to reach the sky is from inside. Move the wings of love.
When the wings of love became strong, there is no need for a ladder.

Gnostic lovers like Rumi drink from the cup of truth and are cleansed by the truth, which has been inspired by God; their hearts are clear as crystal.

Gnostics drink from the cup of truth,
They knew the secrets and covered those secrets.
Whenever they taught the mystery of truth to anybody,
They sealed and sewed up his lips.”

Furthermore, love of these true men cannot be described in writing or speaking, as Rumi said:

Love cannot be contained in an exchange of words.
Love is a fathomless ocean.

Every Gnostic can be a poet, but not every poet is a Gnostic, as they might be in love, but their love may be ishq majazi. I would like to conclude this article with another poem from Rumi:

There is no end to describe these words.

they set out for eternity

And wherever the journey led, they carried their gift of radiance.

Gleams of Beauty unfading so entranced their souls,

they heard at night in their dreams angels

singing of bliss and the music of other worlds.

More enchanted, more earnestly they searched in every place, and

yearned for their homeland

the dream of a beloved of matchless excellence, hero or saint or both.

Without pause, they strove on in high, passionate hope;

some mysteries of life they unraveled

as they journeyed apace, and at last obtained the promised happiness.

Lovers of the Light are pledged to a long journey, its end Unseen:

the very roads are proud upon which they journey:

the rhythm of their surging on is Certainty,

and their rank as slaves of the King.

Whoever disdains that rank, disdains his own good fortune,

Exchanging hope for a regret everlasting:

he shall not attain, not ever,

the further horizon of all that is.

Only passionate lovers of the Ideal,

may behold that far horizon,

eternity itself impressed upon their faces,

their names rehearsed in hymns of praise.

They desire life reborn only to be martyred again,

hearts forever surrendered to the Light,

forever remembered in our hearts.

They raise now light-filled eyes,

in their hands translucent beakers held aloft, at ease,

filled to their brim from rivers of Paradise.

Day and night I burn gripped by agony, You are the One I need

I find no great joy in being alive; if I cease to exist, I would not grieve,

The only solace I have is your love; You are the One I need

Your love slays lovers; makes them dive into the sea of love

Fills them with the image of God; You are the One I need

Let me drink the wine of love; like Majnun, live in the mountain of hardship,

Day and night, You are my sole concern; You are the one I need

The Sufis seek for friendly conversation; the Akhis look for the hereafter

Majnuns (lovers) seek for their Leylas (beloved); You are the One I need

Even if, at the end, they make me die; And scatter my ashes up to the sky,

My soil would break into this outcry; You are the one I need.

Yunus Emre, the mystic, is my name; Each passing day rouses my flame,

What I desire in both worlds is the same; You are the one I need.

Yunus Emre is a famous sufi poet who lived in Asia Minor in the thirteenth century.

Hurtled all around, we sob and rustle

As if we resemble winnowed leaves

Since life path tramples our heart castle.

Wondering the yonder of the shades

“Let bygones be bygones” no longer holds true.

Why autumn evermore betrays lovers

Dispersing men and scattering ladies

The ease of souls someday blossom with peace

No doubt resurrection lays bare

The repose of hearts; fleeting and deceased,

Turning our shadows into reality.

having fixed their hearts upon the Light

they set out for eternity.

And wherever the journey led, they carried

their gift of radiance

Gleams of Beauty

unfading so entranced their souls,

they heard at night in their dreams

angels singing of bliss and the music

of other worlds.

More enchanted ,

more earnestly they searched in every place,

and cherished for their homeland the dream

of a beloved of matchless excellence, hero

or saint or both.

Without let our pause

they strove on in high, passionate hope;

some perplexities of life they unravelled

as they journeyed apace, and at last obtained

the promised happiness.

Lovers of the Light

are pledged to a long journey, its end Unseen;

the very roads are proud upon which they go;

the rhythm of their going is Certainty, and their rank

slaves of the King .

Whoever disdains

that rank, disdains his own good fortune,

exchanging hope for a regret everlasting;

he shall not attain, not ever, the further rim

of all that is.

Only the lovers,

passionate lovers of the Ideal, may behold

that far horizon, eternity itself impressed

upon their faces, and their names rehearsed

in hymns of praise.

They desire life

again only to be martyred again, hearts

forever surrendered to the Light, forever

remembered in our hearts. They raise now

light-filled eyes,

in their hands are translucent beakers

held aloft, at ease, filled to the brim from

rivers of Paradise.

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