Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires,
let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook
that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer
for the beloved in your heart
and a song of praise upon your lips.
We must forget ourselves.
When we find something beautiful we should lose ourselves in it;
This is ecstasy.
Ecstasy is the contemplation of reality. It is real emotion.
Ecstasy is the opposite of imagination.
If we see something beautiful we are experiencing something real. We are seeing a fact.
If we take things into ourselves we make them small, lose them.
If we lose ourselves in things bigger than ourselves,
we lose our small selves and find our real selves.
Love is Ecstasy and Agony
Sunrise and Sunset
Sugar and Salt
Water and Earth
The Nothing in the Everything
The Everything in the Nothing
Love is the Source
The Source is Love