Spill Over: Reflections on Unconditional Love

by Amira Radwan

Spill Over

Beneath the roses, poetry, and fleeting embraces—
A deeper longing.
A search for love that is whole, unshakable, eternal.
An awakening into the limitless, the boundless,
Patiently waiting to burst forth from a heart that remembers.

Love without expectation?
I was once a skeptic.
But the Sufis waxed poetic—
Ishq—the fire that consumes all,
The dissolution of "you" and "I."

The sages of Vedanta proclaimed—
Love is our truest nature.
Strip away the illusion—
What remains is pure, infinite love.

Only the Face of the Beloved remains.

Hu.
Who?

Ya Dhul-Jalali wal-Ikram.

Blessings to the lovers who are mirrors,
Guiding us toward the Eternal.

Kharaqani said,
"A radical love that spills over, finds God."
So spill over—
Like a river breaking its banks, knowing no shore.

And beware—
The veil of forms is heavy,
hiding our deepest calling:
To dissolve into what is Greater.

Allahu Akbar.

Beyond self, beyond name, beyond separation.

Spill over—
Like breath dissolving into the wind.

The Shaykh teaches: Love is remembrance—
We are never separate from the Beloved.

The Guru teaches: The love we seek in another
Is but a reflection of the love forgotten within.

But the self clings—
Fearful of falling, of dying to the formless.
Still, the call of love burns,
Consuming, clearing, making way.

The task is clear:
Dwell in love.
Be love.

Spill over.

With Presence—
See the One in the many.

With Surrender—
Let go, and let Love.

With Devotion—
To the path of love,
To Love Itself.

Remember what was never lost.
Unconditional love is not to be found—
Only remembered, only dissolved into.

So spill over—
Beyond longing, beyond arrival.

Spill over—
Into the loving hands of the Eternal.

- By Amira Radwan