Use your heart as shield. So you will be in safety. Mind you don’t say “I got tired”.
Those get tired who attach any other amulets but their hearts on their breasts.
When you ribcage squeezes your chest with pain, see if there is love.
If there is love, never mind, let pain come like mountains. Because love is an elixir that turns pain into life.
And here lies the secret of those who are love with pain, those who say “O doctor, do not cure my wound if you are able to / Let my dear friend come and heal this wound”.
Doesn’t the following saying belong to him who too found out this secret, being the headmaster of love: “I am the Messenger of grieves.”
If there is love, not you but the mountains will swing.
See to it that your pain is turned into honey. Spread it as if it were remedy on your heart’s wounds, on the broken parts of your dreams and hopes, which cause you disappointment and depression, on those areas inside you which have become as dark as cemetery.
Ignore the treacherous people and betrayals. They are the miserable that haven’t been able to turn pain into love. They are the poor love claimants that prefer mean joys to magnificent pains.
Remember pain gives that which joy cannot give. See to it that you turn your pain into limitless energy in the power station of love.
Keep it in your mind that heart is the centre of nuclear power. No atomic power station can compare with a loving and believing heart.
Know that whenever you talk about hope, you actually talk about love. Because hope is the child of love. Hope without love is like a doll baby; you play with it and throw it away when it is old.
Do not say “My hope is exhausted”, admit that it your love is exhausted…
Do you really think that love can be exhausted? Yes, it can it, it is felt by a mortal towards a mortal and in the name of a mortal.
That is passion which appears in form of love. Passion arrests, love sets free.
If you want to understand whether a feeling is love or passion, look at its colour.
Look at its colour; is it black love of is it white love?
The black love enslaves, the white love sets free. The love that sets free is called muhabbah, i.e. love and affection.
Muhabbah is a seed having dropped into heart; it produces fruit at all times just like “every corn in the corn-cob which produces a hundred grains”.
Love is the only capital that multiplies as one spends it. Everything gets exhausted as it is used, but affection never. Because love is eternal.
When you make your calculation, don’t forget the history, the location. Don’t forget the pain. Don’t forget the angels, Sakarya, the Nile, the Tuna, the Ephrata, the Tigris.
Don’t forget that you one of the children of Istanbul, Cairo, Bagdad, Damascus, Makkah. Don’t forget that you have black, yellow, white brothers. Don’t forget that your heart has its parts in Asia, Africa, Europe and America.
But, when you make your calculation, you must absolutely begin as follow:
“Carry love”.
Those get tired who attach any other amulets but their hearts on their breasts.
When you ribcage squeezes your chest with pain, see if there is love.
If there is love, never mind, let pain come like mountains. Because love is an elixir that turns pain into life.
And here lies the secret of those who are love with pain, those who say “O doctor, do not cure my wound if you are able to / Let my dear friend come and heal this wound”.
Doesn’t the following saying belong to him who too found out this secret, being the headmaster of love: “I am the Messenger of grieves.”
If there is love, not you but the mountains will swing.
See to it that your pain is turned into honey. Spread it as if it were remedy on your heart’s wounds, on the broken parts of your dreams and hopes, which cause you disappointment and depression, on those areas inside you which have become as dark as cemetery.
Ignore the treacherous people and betrayals. They are the miserable that haven’t been able to turn pain into love. They are the poor love claimants that prefer mean joys to magnificent pains.
Remember pain gives that which joy cannot give. See to it that you turn your pain into limitless energy in the power station of love.
Keep it in your mind that heart is the centre of nuclear power. No atomic power station can compare with a loving and believing heart.
Know that whenever you talk about hope, you actually talk about love. Because hope is the child of love. Hope without love is like a doll baby; you play with it and throw it away when it is old.
Do not say “My hope is exhausted”, admit that it your love is exhausted…
Do you really think that love can be exhausted? Yes, it can it, it is felt by a mortal towards a mortal and in the name of a mortal.
That is passion which appears in form of love. Passion arrests, love sets free.
If you want to understand whether a feeling is love or passion, look at its colour.
Look at its colour; is it black love of is it white love?
The black love enslaves, the white love sets free. The love that sets free is called muhabbah, i.e. love and affection.
Muhabbah is a seed having dropped into heart; it produces fruit at all times just like “every corn in the corn-cob which produces a hundred grains”.
Love is the only capital that multiplies as one spends it. Everything gets exhausted as it is used, but affection never. Because love is eternal.
When you make your calculation, don’t forget the history, the location. Don’t forget the pain. Don’t forget the angels, Sakarya, the Nile, the Tuna, the Ephrata, the Tigris.
Don’t forget that you one of the children of Istanbul, Cairo, Bagdad, Damascus, Makkah. Don’t forget that you have black, yellow, white brothers. Don’t forget that your heart has its parts in Asia, Africa, Europe and America.
But, when you make your calculation, you must absolutely begin as follow:
“Carry love”.