Valentine’s Day is a day of loving and appreciating each other. On this day, we forget the differences and the problems and we concentrate on loving each other. I like to think that our beloved does not belong to us but rather to God. Our beloved is not really the person we love, but what that person represents. Our beloved is the embodiment of the great mystery of life itself.

Love is a mystery that we all fly toward like moths to flame. We relish that mystery and try by all ways to define it; but it eludes us nevertheless. Each time we think we have it, we find it is still not the right definition.

Is love grand? Is it like a song? Is it a river of bliss? Is it the smile of a child? Is it red roses? Is it a sunrise or a sunset? Who cares! It is all of these and none of them and more of them!

What matters is that love exists and that it is a mystery. It is a mystery so vast and so eternal that every living being is pulled toward it.

Mystery is what makes us live and strive and search to find that perfect meaning to life. Philosophers and artists try everyday to put some definition to this concept, but their words and their paintings and their songs just create more longing in us.

When I hear a lovely and romantic song, I long for the mystery. When I read a beautiful poem or see a superb painting, I sigh and long to know more. It is never enough. The definition makes me long for more.

Love is God’s mystery to us. It is a powerful attractive force. All of life evolves and revolves around love.

God is a mystery and that is why we all work so hard to know Him, to define Him, even by some to deny Him. The same goes for LOVE.

Your beloved is a gift to you. Look into the eyes of your beloved and think of these poetic words by Torkom Saraydarian:

Daily you need
To affirm
Your oneness
With the Most High
You do not need
To use words,
Just an easy fusion
With the ocean of the Most High.

At sunrise
Allow the Sun
To build the path
For fusion.
Just let go
All your worries
And dreams,
And become absorbed
In the Most High.

At sunset
Let the Sun
Link your heartwith higher,
Higher worlds
And lead you
To the gates
Of the Most High.

Do not ask
Anything.
All is given to you
From the beginning of time.
But let your Heart go
And meet the heart
Of the Most High.

When you are ready
To leave your body
At the threshold
Of night,
Remember your Teachers,
Remember your guardians,
And bless the world.
Then let your soul
Slowly
Enter the ocean
Of fire
Of the Most High.

Through prayer
You will find
Your path
To the gates
Of the Most High.

(Prayer by Torkom Saraydarian, From My Heart book of poetry.)