“The story of love is not important. What is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.” ~ Helen Hayes


Some of us never find true love, so we don’t even know what it is.
We cannot fathom what others are feeling.
Love cannot be taught in any school, as Rumi says.
Some of us, if we are lucky, are given a taste..
a small taste
so we may long for what is to come.

So we find love or love finds us
Sometimes we fall in love and love remains unreturned,
   remaining distant despite our prayers, our hopes, and our wishes..
Sometimes love is returned and we experience its divine gifts and get a taste of heaven
And the world just seems a better place through the eyes of love.

But this world is temporal;
and within it, true love can only be temporal.
It comes and it goes
It pains and it bleeds
It awakens some and puts others to sleep.
It is highs.. and it is lows.
It gives.. and then it takes it all away.
It conceals, it deceives, it distrusts.
Perhaps that is why most people are so cynical
Convinced that true love does not exist at all.

But I know that it does.
I have seen it
I have felt it,
… I have become it.
And I crave the glimpses though I know they are merely that;
small and temporary windows into a world we hope to reach one day.
Where all there is
is Love.


“We can’t help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water.”
~ Rumi