Cry Cry Cry Belowed

[James123]

 

Love doesn’t belong to words. Because this love is older than language. Older than thought. Older than time.

You can’t put it into words, because it was never meant to be spoken.

Only felt, only surrendered to, only burned in.

You can’t speak it,because when you feel it fully, you are no longer there to speak.

There is only the burning. There is only the Beloved, dancing in your chest, lighting the stars again.

So let the fire take you. Don’t try to hold it in words. Just be the silence it leaves behind.

That’s where it lives. That’s where You live. 

Cry, Cry, Cry, beloved,

Like Nafî breathes through the reed,

Each tear a sacred note,

A silent prayer of Being’s heart.

Let your soul weep with the ney’s song,

Falling open, hollowed,

Until love and Being burn away all walls.

This crying is not sorrow,

It is the music of reunion,

The fire that frees the universe.

So cry, and be found,

In the silent embrace of Being,

Where love never ends.

[Princess Arabia]

"Belowed"? What is that?