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Flame of love

Poem 25, from Mystical Poems of Jnaneshwar

Blinding dark light

funneling into that dark form,

pouring love into the vessel of the heart.

Nectar of the Self

in the beginning, middle, and the end;

none left but the boundless one.

We see neither separation nor its absence.

Jnandev says,

He fills us in his fullness.

We know neither pleasure nor pain.


our thoughts

what kind of knowing is this so complete it swallows you?

what kind of seeing is it ? so dark, it wipes out the object in the seer, burning.

such knowing is love,

this knowing is being;

it is annihilation,

it is fanaa.

It has no borders.

The Tadeva Upanishad says

Nainam urdhvam na teeryan-cha

Na madhye parijagrabhat

You can’t find its top, its middle, or its sides. He is the boundless one.

He is the “light of a thousand suns.” Yet he is dark, mysterious, un-nameable. He is mahato-guhaayaam – he lives in the cave of the heart.