The more you love, the less you understand;
intellect is the most feeble way to comprehend.
Try pleasing the beloved with your sharp mind,
and she will sweetly revile you as dull and blind.
Love is a hurricane that blows away all thought;
and leaves you like an ass that cannot be taught.
My advice is stop braying and begin to feel;
by grace of love, maybe you will discern the real.
Love is not what you think. Can you grok that?
Love is what you long for beyond all thought.
Thought is like black candle smoke flickering
but love is pure and steady flame, singing.
Darvish says, love is the death of all thought
that alone reveals what heart has always sought.
