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THE CROWN OF LIFE
one love the Nameless and Formless but through Him, who is His true embodiment, for as the Lord revealed to Mohammed:
I dwell neither high nor low, neither in the sky nor on the earth, nor even in paradise, 0 beloved, believe me, strange as it may seem, I dwell in the heart of the faithful and it is there that I may be found. RUM1
On this mystic path reasoning is the help, but reasoning is also the hindrance. Love alone can bridge the gulf, span the chasm, and knit the finite to the Infinite, the mortal to the Immortal, the relative to the Absolute. Such love is not of this world or of this flesh. It is the call of soul unto soul, of like unto like, the purgatory and the paradise. Who shall describe its ecstasy? Speak not of Leila's or of Majnun's woe T h y love hath put to naught the loves of long ago. SAADI
Live free of love for its very peace is anguish. ARABIAN POEM
A million speak of love, yet how few know, T r u e love is not t o lose remembrance even for an instant. KABIR
Indeed, it is the quality of ceaseless remembrance that is of the essence of IOW.He who remembers in such fashion must needs to live in perpetual remembrance of his Beloved's commandments and in perpetual obedience. Such love burns in its fire the dross of the ego; the little self is forgotten and the lover surrenders his individuality at the altar of his Beloved: