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[Poetry Chaikhana] Jacopone da Todi (Jacopone Benedetti) - Love, where did You enter the heart unseen? (from In Praise of Divine Love)
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 | Love, where did You enter the heart unseen? (from In Praise of Divine Love) By Jacopone da Todi (Jacopone Benedetti) English version by Serge and Elizabeth Hughes
Love, where did You enter the heart unseen?
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Hi Omss -
Little is known with historical certainty about the life of of Jacopone da Todi. He was born Jacopone Benedetti to a wealthy family in the town of Todi, Italy. As a young man he entered a career as a notario, combining the skills of an accountant and a lawyer. And he married. All of these elements suggest an early life with some amount of worldly success.
A popular story from an early religious biography suggests that his life drastically changed when, at a wedding feast, a balcony collapsed and mortally wounded his young wife. Devastated, Jacopone abandoned his career and gave away all of his possessions.
He become a wandering penitent and a source of public ridicule. Jacopone eventually joined the Franciscan order. Among the Franciscans, he discovered his gift for poetry. Brother Jacopone became a leader of the Spirituals faction of Franciscans who dedicated themselves to the ideal of radical poverty.
The Franciscan Spirituals got caught up in the ugly politics of papal succession of the time, and Jacopone was imprisoned for five years for his opposition to the election of Pope Boniface VIII. Throughout this time, Jacopone continued to write his ecstatic and mournful poems that touch upon the deepest personal encounters with divine Love.
With his release on Pope Boniface's death, Jacopone retired to a hermitage near Orvieto. He died on Christmas Day in 1306.
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In the lines of this poem, the word "Love" almost becomes a chant: "Lovable Love, joyful Love, unthinkable Love..." The phrases invite repetition, circling round and round in the awareness until they lead to the very subject which they praise.
And what a delightful phrase: -- "Love, jocund and joyous." Those words roll around on the tongue like melting chocolate.
There are several key phrases here that particularly grab my attention:
Love, where did You enter the heart unseen?
In states of deep spiritual communion, when the agitations of the mind are at rest and the attention is not seeking outward distractions, all awareness settles into the heart, touching everything without the need to reach out to do so. It is an experience of expansiveness without movement, of absolute contentment and interconnection... and an experience of all-encompassing love.
What is often surprising is the recognition that this inner heart, this spiritual heart has always been at rest in this profound state of love, even though we somehow have spent years not recognizing it. It is as if a thief has stolen unseen into the heart, but riches are given rather than taken. Treasures are suddenly scattered everywhere through the heart -- even far into the forgotten past.
Love, jocund and joyous...
A giddy joy comes upon us in the ecstatic state, felt especially as a spreading warmth upon the heart. This is greater and, at the same time subtler, than what is normally called happiness. Happiness is sharp-edged and fleeting, but this joy is filled with peace and completely independent of external circumstances. This quiet bliss is steady and radiant.
Divine fire, You do not stint...
In deep spiritual ecstasy, there is often a sense of heat -- filled with immense love -- that permeates the body. This is such a wonderful fire that mystics often describe it as the flame of love.
This love is not some philosophical notion, it's not some passing emotion, it is simply, inexplicably there, quietly glowing within each heart, waiting to be discovered.
Lovable Love, joyful Love, unthinkable Love...
Ivan
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