THE SECRET SUBSTANCE OF DIVINE LOVE
The mystical relationship of lover and Beloved is one of humankind's greatest
secrets. It embraces the whole of creation and yet takes place within the human
heart. The love affair of the soul with God is a passion that transforms the whole
human being and reveals the hid-den face of the world. The mystical journey is
an unfolding of this love affair, a giving of oneself to God through love. There
is nothing other than God, and God's oneness is stamped within the heart. The
mystical journey takes the wayfarer from duality back to oneness, from separation
to an experience of being merged into His oneness.
But this journey is only possible because of a substance within the heart,
which the Sufis call sirr. Without this substance there would be no
journey and no spiritual awareness. Sirr belongs only to God and is
a gift of God to those who love Him. Sirr is given for the sake of
realizing the truth. It is a quality of Divine love that is hidden from the
world because it does not belong to the world. Sirr means secret and
belongs to the mystery of Divine love, of the relationship of lover and Beloved
that takes place within the innermost chamber of the heart, what the Sufis call
the heart of hearts. The Sufis say that it is this substance within the heart
of hearts that is both the pilgrim and the path. This substance is the essence
of His love for us.
Much of the work of the path is a process of preparation, an inner purification
to enable the heart of the lover to contain His secret, without its being contaminated
by the ego or lower nature, the nafs. When the disciple is ready, then
the sirr is given from heart to heart, usually through the presence
of a living master, a sat guru. This substance of Divine love is infused
into the heart of the lover, and activated by Divine love.
The secret substance within the heart is the organ of Divine consciousness,
a consciousness of the oneness of God. A mystic is one who is able to bear this
secret. The path prepares us, but His gift is always an act of grace, given
with love by love. And it brings with it the responsibilities of the heart,
to live according to the ways of love and not the ways of the mind or the ego.
Love demands that we sacrifice our self, because, in the words of the great
lover, al-Hallâj, When truth has taken hold of a heart she empties it
of all but herself.
In order for His secret to be infused into our heart,
we have to give our heart to God. Then our heart is
held between the two fingers of God, and He turns it
as He wills. A mystic is someone who is born to do this
work, who was intoxicated by wine before the creation
of the vine. Before we are born we are branded by love;
we come into the world to be of service to love.
LIVING HIS LOVE
To be a lover of God is to be drawn into the mystery of love, into the unfolding
essential unity that is hidden within the heart. This love that is given as
a gift is born into consciousness with the tears of separation, with the longing
that breaks open the heart. Love awakes us with the call of the reed that is
torn from the reed bed, the anguish of the soul that comes to know that it is
separate from its Beloved. Abû Sa'id said, Sufism was at first heartache. Only
later it became something to talk about. To be a Sufi is to live this cry of
the soul, this primal pain of separation. Longing takes us back to love, and
the price is tears stained with the blood of the heart.
The journey of the lover is a one-way street of love,
and our tears carry us into an abyss of longing, of aloneness
and anguish. But in this desert of desolation when
despair seems our only company, something is born,
something infinitely precious and tender beyond our
understanding. Our soul senses the intimacy of its Beloved,
that He is as close as the tears that run between
the eye and the eye-lid. We begin to experience a loveaffair that is as intoxicating as it is painful, as wondrous
as it is terrifying.
These are the secrets of the mystic, of one who has
been taken by love. For each lover, this love affair is unique
and often too intimate to be told. It is what we have always
wanted, what gives our life its real meaning. Whether
in the sweetness of His touch or the intense pain of being
without our Beloved, we are caught in the grip of a love
that consumes our whole being. One friend described
how her heart heard and answered His call:
This morning, there was such a deep peace in
my heart, in its innermost centre, that I have no
words to describe this stillness. It stayed the
whole day and is still there. In this silence arose
slowly His call. I could almost hear His call immanent
in the silent peace. My heart answered
with longing, sweet, painful, an ancient, slight,
constant pain. So it is not only the joy that leads
me Home. I am happy to feel this pain which is
so sweet, so real.
Why are some chosen to live this life of love-longing? Because it is His will,
because in the tapestry of His creation He has made some human beings to live
the life of His lover. They are branded by God and can belong to no other. No
other relationship will fulfill them, no human lover can take hold of their heart.
They can fall in love with a human partner, but something is always missing. In
a human relationship, an essential note is not being played. However much outer
life seems to offer, only one thing really matters: the heart's love affair with
God.
It is not easy to belong to God. He is a jealous lover
and demands our complete attention. We give our whole
life and our heart for the purpose of love. Pledged to
love, we are emptied of everything that might interfere
with the work of love. We are remade as a mirror for the
love of God so that it can shine into His world. We are polished by our problems, by the difficulties of our life
and the pain of our love for our Beloved.
The work of the lover is to be attentive to love, to
stay with the inner connection of the heart despite all of
lifes difficulties, despite the distractions that surround
us. The friend who wrote about loves call continued
writing a few days later:
After the love and the joy and this reasonless, intensive and endless
pain – now, three days later, I feel the thread of connection again getting
thinner. A slight love and tenderness is still there. I try my best to put my
energy there and not to give all of it to my outer obligations. I try to keep
this tender, empty space, try to carry it into my daily work. I feel that I
have to fight somehow for this connection, to fight against becoming distracted
in all my outer things. The fight is about keeping the contact with Him. I know
that there is only one direction for me, but it is difficult to go on.
It is not easy. We cry, we pray, we fight to remain looking towards our Beloved.
We strive to keep our heart clean. We work upon our self diligently, with perseverance
and patience. With the practices of the path, meditation, the dhikr (the
repetition of the name of God), we aspire to remember Him with each and every
breath. We live the fullness of our outer life, family and work, and at the same
time struggle to keep our inner attention focused on the heart. For the one thing
that really matters, that absorbs our inner attention, is the demands of our love
for Him and His need for us. My friend wrote elsewhere:
I discover now more and more, that in my life I have so much: beautiful
children, a wonderful work, good friends around me – but everything is
nothing if He is not with me, if my heart is closed.
THE REMEMBRANCE OF LOVE
Love embraces us and love tears
us apart. Love is a knife that cuts us and a softness that kills
us. We are taken away from our self and given to our Beloved.
We are given back to the oneness of love, His oneness which is
stamped within the heart. Allh reveals Himself within the hearts
of those who love Him. How this happens cannot be known to the
mind. It is too deep a secret. The life of the mystic is to live
this secret, to live a giving of oneself that is complete and
absolute, until noth-ing remains of the lover but a shell, an
outer covering in which love can unfold its purpose. In the words
of Majnun:
Love is the essence of my being. Love is fire and
I am wood burnt by the flame. Love has moved
in and adorned the house, myself tied up its
bundle and left. You imagine that you see me,
but I no longer exist: what remains is the Beloved.
The mystery of lover and Beloved is hidden within
the heart of every soul that is seeking God. His love is
the thread that guides us back to Him, and our sorrow
is the sweetness of our remembrance. And yet as a culture
we have almost forgotten this love. Majnun was a
lover whose passion for Layla drove him mad and took
him to God, and his story is well known throughout
the East. In the West, we have placed love solely within
the sphere of personal relationships, and lost contact
with the real passion that belongs to the soul.
But there are those who belong to Him, who have
cried the tears of longing and looked for His face everywhere.
They are destined to live this love, a love that
is born in Divine oneness. They are called into the presence
of love, are driven from the safety of their own
self into the arena of love. Their hearts keep alive the
flame of Divine love, a love that is as intoxicating as it
is tender, as dangerous as it is cruel. The children of
the secrets of love do not belong to themselves. They
are here for the purpose of love, even though they may
not know it.
As we wait on the borders of a new age, there is a
great need for the mystical essence of love. There is a
need to remind our self of our real nature, of the oneness
that embraces every cell of our body and every
sigh of our soul. We need to reclaim the sanctity of
mystical love and make it conscious, to bring into the
marketplace of our world this ancient secret.
His lovers are here for this purpose. They have come
together from across millennia to awaken the world to its
innermost connection of love. What is lived within their
own heart belongs to humanity; it is an essential part of
the mystery of humankind. Without this thread of Di-vine
love, the song of the world would be lost, the music
that gives meaning to our ordinary life would fade away.
And yet we stand on the edge of an abyss of forget-fulness. Caught up in consumerism,
blinded by greed and rationalism, we have almost cut the thread of our souls
devotion. We are lost to such a degree that we hardly even know that we are
lost. We have forgotten our real nature and the sacredness of all that is created.
We think that we are here for our own purpose, and have forgotten that the world
belongs to God.
Mystical love has an essential purity because it looks
only to God. It is awakened as a memory of when we
were together with our Beloved, and His lover longs to
return to this state. Mystical love cannot be caught in
the desires of the ego or the patterns that imprison us.
His love is too free; its fire burns too hot. Mystical love
reminds us of that which is pure and unpolluted, of that
which is sacred and sings the name of God. Mystical
love opens a doorway between the worlds through which
His grace can flow into this world. The essential one-ness
of lover and Beloved reminds us of what we have
almost forgotten, that there is nothing other than God.
He loves them and they love Him. His lovers are
born to live this mystery and bring it into the world.
When their hearts cry to God, His song is heard. When
they melt in His embrace, His love is felt. When the
memory of the heart is awakened, creation comes to
know to whom it belongs. In the silence of our sorrow,
we know Him. In the bliss of union, we celebrate His
oneness. And the heart of His lover gives this secret of
creation back to the world:
And in everything there is a witness for Him that points to the fact
that He is One.
