“Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love.
It will not lead you astray.”~ Rumi
Today, I felt this strange pull. It came out of the blue, out of a very generic moment, albeit one that followed quite a lovely moment of connection to life, to beauty, to family.
I felt the silence of it; I saw the silence of it.
I sensed the deep tug within.
There were no words. There were no reasons. There was no inner voice, no mind chatter. There was no against. There was no for.
There was only a deep sensation of pull toward a love of something beyond concept, but with deep feeling.
And, in feeling this pull, the only thing I could find in my mind to describe it were Rumi’s words – the feeling matched the resonance of his words.
Maybe, it is true; that life is a grand, ecstatic experience of beauty, and longing, and love; beyond words; beyond thought; simply, a love that pulls itself toward itself.
Maybe, this is all there is – a love that pulls itself toward itself.
Everything else is just us trying to understand a love that is beyond understanding.
In my TEDx talk, I speak about this love, this pull, in words from Pablo Neruda.
This love is what Spring does with cherry trees.