Fire Loves Water

Love has no labels, no definitions.

It is what it is, pure and simple.

Love is the water of life.

And a lover is a soul of fire!

The universe turns differently when fire loves water

(Shams Tabrizi)

I drink.

You pour.

I open.

You enter.

I rise.

You hold.

We breathe.

We dissolve.

Water meets fire.

Fire holds water.

Mist ascends,

Light descends.

Not two,

Not one,

A triad pulsing

incandescent Love.

Beloved,

come drink,

from this water.

This water is not only to quench,

it replenishes,

it awakens.

yet,

keeps you longing for more.

Cool,

fluid,

soothing,

refreshing.

It moves

through you,

within you,

in you,

with you,

being you,

within,

and without.

It replenishes,

yet,

leaves a deeper thirst.

A thirst only

conjiuntio

satisfies.

For in its

mystery,

lies the ancient wisdom:

the more

you give,

the more

you receive.

There is no

first sip,

nor final drop.

No beginning.

No end.

Only the endless

dance

of offering

and eternal return.

If you know,

you know.

If you have,

you give.

And when you give,

you give beyond measure.

You give

yourself,

until you lose

yourself,

to find

yourself,

and become

whole,

separated no more.

You give

yourself,

until what was

you, 

dissolves into what is

all,

and the illusion

of separation,

melts and

dissolves.

Soul of

fire,

bring your

heat

to these sacred

waters.

Watch them

rise

as vaporous mist.

Water

becomes

vapour.

Vapour

returns

drizzling.

Each transformation

is a reminder:

nothing is lost,

all is metamorphosed.

This mystery

pervades

and penetrates

everything

everyone,

here,

there

everywhere.

Fire

and

water

seeking

one

another.

The flame

searching

for its vessel.

Water

waiting to be embraced

by Fire.

The grail,

brimming

with life’s water,

patiently waiting

for the incandescent

kiss

of the flame.

Together

they ascend

to the heavens

as a single,

shimmering

breath.

Alight

your fire.

Bring

joy

to the world.

Hold your waters

within the grail

of your being.

Receive

the tender warmth

of the flame’s caress.

And remember,

that you,

too,

are part

of the great

cycle

of giving

and becoming.

As we all are.

Yo lo Creo/

I believe, and so, it is