With so much negativity around, here are some notes from my journal, on the many kinds of Love:
Mercy is to cover the nakedness of others and stand beside them – naked, yourself.
Think of existence as a great love story, every shy creature or timid truth wants to be courted.
If Love were not always a step ahead, how would it ensure we kept up the chase?
We can lend ideas our breath, but Ideals require our entire lives.
One definition of success might be: refining our appetites, while deepening our hunger.
The mysticism of love unlocks secrets.
Don't wake a sleep-walker, they say. The same applies to life long day-dreamers: children, artists, thinkers, mystics, lovers or revolutionaries.
True love is the One we keep returning to.
If religions are understood as organized Love then, by definition, hate is heresy.
We must try not to watch our hand when we give, create, love.
Love has no off button - even though we may switch stations, or turn the volume down.
We only ever love once, though there are a hundred versions of it.
Art is the love we make by ourselves, says the ego.
Art is the love we make with an invisible other, replies the spirit.
Narcissism requires keeping a distance from one's reflection; an inch closer, and the love spell is broken.
The bigot’s crime is twofold: not knowing others well enough to love them, and not knowing themselves enough to recognize their own hatred.
Every enmity with another is part of our unfinished work on ourselves; a free person has no enemies.
(Image: "Forgetful angel" by Paul Klee)