Close your eyes if it feels right,
And take a slow breath in.
Feel that heart expand,
Not only as the muscle within the chest,
But as the living temple of your being.
The mystic poet Rumi once wrote of love as the essence that spins the galaxies,
Ignites the stars,
And whispers to the soul expressing,
Love is the bridge between you and everything.
Today,
We journey together into that bridge,
Not as an abstract idea,
But as a lived and breathing path,
One that calls us home through every ache,
Every joy,
Every crack of the human experience.
We will walk this path,
Not toward a destination somewhere outside of us,
But as a return to what has always been,
To the beloved within.
Rumi did not speak of love as romance or sentiment,
He spoke of love as being itself,
The current of divine intelligence that both births and dissolves all things.
And so,
I invite you to breathe deeply,
In and out.
There is a whisper inside every human being,
Quiet,
Persistent,
Sometimes drowned by noise,
Yet always there.
It calls us back to what is real.
That whisper is love.
Rumi called it the divine or true love,
The magnetic pull of the soul yearning for its source.
He said,
Whatever you lost through fate,
Be it certain that it saved you from pain.
Each loss,
Each heartbreak,
Each unraveling is not punishment,
It is initiation.
An invitation to shed the veils that keep us from love's radiance.
In today's world,
We are witnessing an outward noise that feels endless.
To vision,
Comparison,
Fear,
Restlessness,
Yet beneath that noise,
There is a deeper movement occurring.
Something ancient within humanity is remembering itself.
The pain we see is not separate from love's call,
It is the cry of the soul awakening from illusion.
Listen with your whole being.
When life feels uncertain,
The heart becomes our compass.
Rumi taught that love is not passive,
It is a fire that prepares us for transformation.
He wrote,
Love is the whole thing,
We are only pieces.
Imagine that,
Each of us a fragment of the same flame,
Each searching for warmth only to discover that it was never lost.
To live with love as the path of return means allowing ourselves to be shaped,
Refined by fire,
Softened by grief,
Lifted by grace.
It means seeing that every encounter is a reflection of the Beloved speaking to us,
Through joy,
Through conflict,
Through stillness.
There once was a seeker who came to Rumi in despair.
His heart was heavy with loss,
His dreams shattered,
His faith fragile.
He said to the Master,
Why must love hurt so much?
Rumi smiled gently and replied,
The wound is the place where the light enters you.
That simple truth has echoed through centuries,
Because it touches something universal.
The human heart must sometimes break open to expand enough to hold the immensity of love.
The crack is not failure,
It is rebirth.
In our modern world,
We learn to armor the heart,
To protect ourselves from rejection,
Disappointment,
Betrayal.
But Rumi's wisdom asks us to consider,
What if those very moments are portals through which we remember our deeper nature?
Inhale and exhale deeply,
Allowing love's breath to course all the way through,
From the inside out.
In love,
Of love,
With love,
And as love.
I am Simran.
Be well.
