Love And Lust Love and lust are poles apart. Lust is chaos, love is art. Love infinite, lust is finite. Love is sustained, lust is short. Love is spiritual, lust is physical. Love is ideal, lust is sensual. Love is selfless, lust is selfish Love immortal, lust is mortal. Love is productive, lust is destructive….
Life and death are presented here as the two breasts of the Divine Mother. we are born strangers in the world, but this mother nurses us. Birth brings the should into this strange world; death takes it to the unknown eternity. Taken from one breast, the baby weeps; put to the other, he is consoled. so does man, leaving life, find rest in death.
The poet is eager to set out on the journey of death. He hopes to meet God, his Beloved, at the end of the journey. He will dress like a bridegroom and go without fearing difficulties and dangers, sure to be welcomed by God.
The poet desires intensely for reunion with God. He feels his life is of no use, and longs for divine light to enlighten him, to end his earthly life and to liberate him. He wants to be dissolved in the beauty of nature and become God’s plaything and finally become one with Him. I AM…
Imperfect and ignorant men find defects and imperfections in God’s creation which is perfect. Not all perceive this unbroken perfection, and many go in search of the ”missing stars” that can never be found.
In pleasure and in pain I stand not by the side of men, and thus stand by thee. I shrink to give up my life, and thus do not plunge into the great waters of life.
God makes man out of a part of Himself. His grief at this sundering is seen in the anguish and tears of His creation which is an illusion that veils God and man from each other. And so man’s search for his Make goes on through endless ages.
God is the universal soul, present everywhere and in all things. The joy of the supreme being and is expressed in the beauty and music of nature. The ebb and flow of the sea calls to mind the rhythmic dance of life and death. The poet is proud to be part of the universal and ageless soul.
t is not in rituals but in helping the suffering that true devotion to God consists. People waste their wealth on useless rituals and ignore the needy. Their devotion is indeed empty.
is there no joy in the deep of your heart? At every football of yours, will not the harp of the road break out in sweet music of pain?
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