Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.
Perfection is inhuman. Human beings are not perfect. What evokes our love — and I mean love, not lust — is the imperfection of the human being. So, when the imperfection of the real person peaks through, say, ‘This is a challenge to my compassion.’ Then make a try, and something might begin to get going.
Only love lets us see normal things in an extraordinary way.
If you can be in heartbreak, and keep your heart totally open, you are living so very close to God.
However love arrives at your door, it is always a brave path. It is like taking a long walk in a deep dark forest and never quite knowing where your soul will land. It is not for the feint of heart, nor is it ever to be taken lightly. You have to be tenacious. You have to be innovative. You have to be willing to drop to your knees time and again before its wisdom. And you have to forge the tools you will need from your own imaginings, as very few who have walked the path before can describe the terrain. Most fell into quick-sand soon after the romantic phase ended. Relationship is always a spiritual practice, even when we imagine it otherwise.
When Love comes suddenly and taps
on your window, run and let it in, but first
shut the door of your reason,
even the smallest hint chases love away,
like smoke that drowns the freshness
of the morning breeze.
To reason, Love can only say
the way is barred, you can’t pass through,
but to the lover it offers a hundred blessings.
Before the mind decides to take a step,
Love has reached the seventh heaven.
Love has climbed the Holy Mountain.
I must stop this talk now and let
Love speak from its nest of silence.
It Felt Love
Did the rose
Ever open its heart
And give to this world
It felt the encouragement of light
We all remain
We feel endlessly distant, though we are endlessly bound by love.
Love is one of the clearest examples of that double instinct
which causes us to dig deeper into our own selves
and, at the same time, to emerge from ourselves and to realize ourselves in another:
death and re-creation, solitude and communion.