on Love. . . .

. . . . . . this is what traps me, while at the sametime knowing it is what sets me free. No other topic is ever as important by comparison. But that's true only when the mind is thinking about "topics".

So as it does I search for the source.

I can't imagine anything more intimate then the sharing of silence between two souls. The wonder of that still takes me away.

Without the desire for small talk or distraction, can two meet in a way that was not open before? And if so, how deep can you fall? Will you find out? That is the question which keeps jabbing me in the chest. What kind of union is possible when both parties seek the same soul?

My gratitude for who she is exceeds any desire which would arise to ever try and control her.

Will I ride out kamikaze style? Probably so. At least that way I will see my death coming head on.

It's something when she seeks a completely open heart, and quiet mind. I see now that I can only truly see her from that state. Really see her, and who she is. And if I dare to look her in the eyes fully, and let her know in that moment the truth of that seeing. The reality that I see her fully now, and all that means. Will she be able to stand with me there in that moment? Or will she run, as I have so many times before?

Because I tell you if she doesn't run, how else could it be but Love?



Questioner: Love postulates duality. How can the Self be the object of love?

Ramana: Love is not different from the Self. Love of an object is of an inferior order and cannot endure. Whereas the Self is Love, in other words, God is Love.


Have a happy holiday, a holiday of possibility.


"What you are looking for is what is looking."
- St Francis.