Saturday: Matins

Bede Griffiths' daily elocutions were wide ranging and always erudite. Often using his hands to unfold his points, he was ever-respectful and inviting so as to embrace opposing views

Matins Saturday:

The instinct of love in our nature can never be satisfied with anything less than God, that is, with the Infinite. Human marriage is but a shadow of and a symbol of the spiritual marriage that has to take place in ‘the cave of the heart.’ Man and woman were once whole and undivided, enclosed in the womb of nature, in the paradise of God, and human kind has ever since suffered from the nostalgia for paradise, the desire for perfect unity. But this unity cannot be realised in the flesh. Humanity has to advance through the desert of the world, always seeking the Promised Land. Marriage, like all human pleasures and achievements is a temporary resting-place, a foretaste of the love that is sought by humanity. [Return to the Centre, pp. 65-66]

samajh dekh man mīt piyarwā

O friend, dear heart of mine, think well! If

You love indeed, then why do you sleep?

If you have found Him, then give yourself

Utterly, and take Him to you.

Why do you loose Him again and again?

If the deep sleep of rest has come to your eyes

Why waste your time making the bed and

Arranging the pillows?

Kabir says: ‘I tell you the ways of love!

Even though the head itself must be given,

Why should you sweep over it?’

Kabir, One Hundred Poems, p. 82

“Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.”  -  Antoine de Saint-Exupery

“Love is the astrolabe of God’s secrets.

This way or that, love guides all to eternity.

Words may enable us to understand,

but ineffable love . . . is the best enlightener.

The intellect becomes like a little donkey mired

in mud in its efforts to explain love.

It is love which explains love . . .

The evidence of the sun is the sun.

If you require proof, turn your face from it . . .”

  • Mevlana Rumi

“The best marriages, like the best lives, were both happy and unhappy. There is even a kind of necessary tension, a certain tautness between the partners that gave the marriage strength, like the tautness of a full sail. You went forward on it.”

  • Anne Morrow Lindbergh

“Whoever has loved knows all that life contains of sorrow and of joy.” 

  • George Sand

But who, of men, can tell

That flowers would bloom, or that green fruit

would swell

To melting pulp, that fish would have bright mail,

The earth its dower of river, wood, and vale,

The meadows runnels, runnels pebble-stones,

The seed its harvest, or the lute its tones,

Tones ravishment, or ravishment its sweet,

If human souls did never kiss and greet?

- John Keats

“There is nothing more lovely in life than the union of two people whose love for one another has grown through the years from the small acorn of passion to a great rooted tree. Surviving all vicissitudes, and rich with manifold branches, every leaf holding its own significance.”  

  • Vita Sackville-West

“The happiness of married life depends upon making small sacrifices with readiness and cheerfulness.” 

  • John Seldon

“The particular charm of marriage is the duologue, the permanent conversation between two people who talk over everything and everyone till death breaks the record. It is this back-chat which, in the long run, makes a reciprocal equality more intoxicating than any form of servitude or domination.” 

  • Cyril Connolly

“Trouble is part of your life, and if you don’t share it you don’t give the person who loves you enough chance to love you enough.” 

- Dinah Shore

Strange is the Path when you Offer Love

Do not mention the name of love, 

O my simple-minded companion. 

Strange is the path 

When you offer your love. 

Your body is crushed at the first step.  

If you want to offer love 

Be prepared to cut off your head

And sit on it. 

Be like the moth, 

Which circles the lamp and offers its body. 

Be like the deer, which, on hearing the horn, 

Offers its head to the hunter. 

Be like the partridge, 

Which swallows burning coals 

In love of the moon.

Be like the fish 

Which yields up its life

When separated from the sea. 

Be like the bee, 

Entrapped in the closing petals of the lotus. 

- Mirabai