open the love window

One of my favorite Rumi poems (translated by Coleman Barks) is this:

There is one kiss we want with our whole lives,
The touch of Spirit on the body.
Seawater begs the pearl to break its shell.

And the lily, how passionately it needs some wild Darling!

At night, I open the window
and ask the moon to come and press its face into mine.
Breathe into me.

Close the language-door,
and open the love-window.

The moon won’t use the door,
only the window.

How often do we find ourselves coming in and out of the language-door? Intellectualizing, rationalizing, heady or lofty explanations from the ego or fear. So much of the time we are living by our conditioning. We were taught to intellectualize rather than use our heart, intuition, and feeling nature.

We see this often in religion. Every group has their “doctrine”, their intellectualized version of God.

What would it be like to seek God through the Love window?

What would it be like to close the language door and open the Love window in our daily lives, going about our daily routines? What would that look like? What would change?

xo