Tell me what love is, what can it be?What is this yearning burning me?Can I survive it, will I endure?This is my sickness, is there a cure?First his obsession seizing my brainStarting in passion, ending in painI start to shiver, then I'm on fireThen I'm aquiver with seething desire
Who knows the secret, who holds the key?
I long for something - what can it be?
Tell me what love is, what can it be?What is this yearning, burning in me?What is this yearning, burning in me?What is this yearning, burning in me?
Voi Che Sapete (Tell Me What Love Is) Lyrics
Charlotte Church
No objects can fulfill it.
Perhaps I am searching for it in the wrong place.
There isn't a distance between me and my beloved.
"The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,
they're in each other all along."
From Essential Rumi
by Coleman Barks
I thought I was in love with this man, but I am mature enough to realize that I am in love with my thoughts about this man. He doesn't exist in actuality; but only in my thoughts. I am in love with my own creation. He doesn't exist anywhere but only in me. I am the creator of all of it.
ReplyDeleteWhat I find helpful is when Katie wrote:
ReplyDeleteI have found that we are often attracted to those who tend to hold our identities together (negative and positive) and help us create even “better” or “worse” ones... This is how the ego stays intact, how the mind stays identified, how it makes sure that it is believing “I am this and this and this.”
The truth is, the one in front of me is my Self.
"Sanity is looking upon what you love and knowing it as yourself."