I gotta be a Love Dog
What weather is this,
that shakes and stirs
my heart and soul?
What tempest of love comes
with gusts of wind so strong
that I shall be overcome?
And after having been overcome,
what force dares disturb
my descent into stormy ecstasy?
Several months ago I was lamenting over the fact that I've spent so much time investing myself in just about everything but haven't really produced anything as a result. Since then I've really made some dramatic changes in my lifestyle and writing has found a place once again. My friend Emily told me that she tends to write when she feels her life is out of control -- I cannot agree with that sentiment more. My entire summer has consisted of seemingly nonstop writing. It quite literally keeps me sane.
I'm forcing Jordan to borrow one of my books on Rumi. I sincerely hope that he will enjoy Rumi as much as I do. He is truly an inspiration for my own connection with the Gods. Rumi wrote of ecstatic love for God that transcends all doctrine, time and space. I ask myself, "why should one's love for the Gods be anything less than unbridled obsession?" I suppose that makes me a mystic at heart, but I would be proud to walk that path. There can be no greater love and no greater inspiration than that which arises from the most devoted longing for the Divine.