Love has no conditions.
You don't have to be near me to love me.
You don’t have to miss me to love me.
You don’t even have to do anything to love me.
Whatever you do do has nothing to do with loving me or not.
Love is a physical fact, an energy, like the rays of the sun.
We are all generating it all the time, whether we want to or not! It is our physical nature.
We are always in a process of choice, though perhaps not consciously:
to ignore this energy we’re generating, to be distracted by other things,
or to pay attention to it, enjoy it and be guided in our actions by it.

There is no pain in love.
There is no longing in love.
There is no emptiness in love.
No sadness, only joy.
No deprivation, only fulfillment.

All your pain, your upset, your drama may be real but it’s not love!
I’m not saying you have no love, on the contrary I say you are actually constituted of love.
I’m only saying that most of those things you call love are really something else:
the “drama of  life” to which we are all more or less addicted.
You are absolutely brimming with love inside. Can you see it? Can you feel it?

Look inside, be quiet, meditate, pray.
Learn to tell the drama from the love, OK?

(2007)

If you love don’t let it show.
Make sure he’s the last to know.
If he knows he’ll surely run.
Just hide yourself, it’s much more fun.

But when he chases after you,
The trouble is that you run too.
You’re also caught up in the game –
‘Catch as can catch’ is its name.

But that’s not love, it’s mechanistic,
A function strict and realistic.
Love is of another order –
Altogether something other.

No repulsion, no attraction:
Simple energy in action.

A golden sun on golden face
(at once alive and full of peace)
Lights her inner animation,
All eyes, ears, and heart that feels frustration:
All does not unfold with ease,
Life will not take its rightful place.

With quick’ning pulse her spirit wakes,
Now all is known within her soul.
Time evolves, as so does action.
Subtle powers, seeming fractions
of the universal whole
combine: a new gestalt she makes!

Her agony lives on, internalized
As death and life do battle for their prize.

A clue to my love’s nature surely lies
In the shining iridescence of her radiant eyes.
Deep knowledge couched in such simplicity
Evokes in me yet purer impulse to felicity.

To you, my love, I pledge the purer man I will become –
     Not that I would, nor should, but could:
As its warm rays draw green growth towards the sun
Your perfect being’s a magnet for my mood.

Blessed energies at play may wax and wane;
My love for you’s eternally the same.
    Sometimes obscured by masks of personality,
It burns within my breast for all eternity.
    Clouds may cross the son’s radiant face,
But in my heart, you’ve always pride of place!

I called my love,
          She was in trouble
I thought “ ‘tis she?
         Perhaps her double?”
The glorious luxury of her voice
Now poor in heart, robbed of all choice…
So strange, when life’s demands material
Erase all trace of joy ethereal!

What means my life?
          To who’m I true?
To pain? To joy?
          To God? To you?

My dear, be strong,
         Not as before.
The force around you’s
         So much more
Than you can ever be
         and yet:
You are this force
         and more, I’ll bet!

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