Sura

 

Rumi the Persian poet used the word ‘Sura’, as a note for refreshed wisdom, or God speaking through a kindled soul.

For what comes from the heart of the poet, is the stilling of thirst for the love in godly intelligence.

The poet is painting the picture of virtuous love, something that is enclosing all its grace, seen in all firmaments.

No status and books for laws and holy scriptures, just vivid dreams touching the thought and its serenities of senses.

Holding the heavens and rolling the moon in the palm, for we are all reasons from soul to soul.

Joy is of that gentle doing, that transcends the cat in the windows light. Forms of no other than love, which plays in subtle senses, are the rising bubbles as visible joy.

Echoes of silence through the arcades of loves reasons are the ever extending cosmos and the mystic original.

The thought of happiness all through eternity, for love cannot forget the divine letter and its whispering poems.

The lover will find the secret place, where the language is genuine beauty and where miracles dwell in the invisible silence.

The notes of Love we are reading are the affairs with our own true nature and the source from which it comes.

Its ignorance in tragic revealed, until the note is known of heart and sees the corrupted pretence as amusing decadence, for they cannot drink from the spring of all virtues.

Or in Rumi’s own words, “A donkey stuck in mud is logic's fate

Love's nature only love can demonstrate”

Those who are in pursuit of happiness are not searching for a reason to be happy, a reason that gives meaning and purpose to life.

A note of distinctive clarity or Sura is without the package that takes is spaces, are the blessing in disguise and the letters from the true origin.