Love is the Funeral Pyre
Love is
The funeral pyre
Where I have laid my living body.
All the false notions of myself
That once caused fear, pain,
Have turned to ash
As I neared God.
What has risen
From the tangled web of thought and sinew
Now shine with jubilation
Through the eye of angels
And screams from the guts of
Infinite existence
Itself.
Love is the funeral pyre
Where the heart must lay
Its body.
Hafiz
When I'm trying to mess with the minds of first year students, which is essentially all the time, I will propose that death is actually a birth and vice-versa. It usually leads to quiet sobbing. However, isn't this what Hafiz is trying to get at here? Love, transcendent, divine love, is the funeral pyre where illusion (represented by pain and fear) has been destroyed.
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