dusky allure

the analogy of the musk deer.. running after a fragrance coming from inside.. haunted by the odor of musk. He runs wildly over hill and ravine with his nostrils dilating and his little body throbbing with desire, certain that around the next group of trees or bushes he will find musk, the object of his quest.. till at last he falls, exhausted, with his little head resting on his tiny hoofs, only to discover that the odor of musk was in his own hide.. both search for a truth that is 'inside'.. both going a little 'insane' with that 'fragrance' that wouldn't let go.. alluring.. compelling.. igniting..

isn't it wonderful.. to hear the recognition sometimes.. what a pleasure it is.. to read the subtle nuances.. that hold a smile.. inwardly.. words speaking more to another, in myriad ways.. at differing levels.. taking diverse routes to a singular peak..

somehow everything in our grasp turns to 'dust'.. I mean the moment we have it.. it loses it's 'worth'.. we need something else entirely..

we go to art galleries to see all those paintings.. of nature captured on canvas.. we even frame them on our walls.. eternally admiring each time we look at them.. but none inspires us enough.. to just once look up.. and outside.. each shade unique.. the changing colours of the sky.. a miracle happening.. an artist incomparable.. using different strokes each time.. belonging to 'us'.. free.. incomparable.. seeking it's frame.. in our eyes.. this is what some thoughts breathe.. not mere words captured within pages.. but ‘silence’ reaching deep inside.. settling ‘factions’ of noise unobtrusively..

will try to explain this analogy of the musk deer and the ‘pleasure’ of relating.. with examples of Rumi’s life and poetry.. let's relate love to the search.. the ecstasy.. which I think is so beautifully captured in sufi poetry and beliefs.. and their simplicity.. shorn of all noise..

I wish I could convey to some extent the 'thirst' through Rumi's words and life.. in some hearts.. parching.. aching.. uplifting.. soaring.. in soul cleansing optimism.. and we are able to sit in that quiet corner within.. lured by the melody.. touching the possibility of a Self that we could love.. as slowly the heart unfolds bit by bit.. in acceptance of this divinity.. in surrender of the Self..