Love letter # 508

There is a well known prayer attributed to St Francis. Though I do not believe in personality gods or seek the purported wisdom of holy books, there are a few lines that resonate.

Not seek to be consoled, as to console
To be understood, as to understand
To be loved, as to love
For it’s in giving that we receive

I offer them to you now because they remind me how I feel when I am with you. By a mechanism I do not fully understand, nor perhaps care to, I am an outpouring in your presence. A channel. Your light does not so much shine upon me as I am starburst. There is an ecstasy in this that I can but liken to the liberation of dissolving into the formless. In loving you, I am not I. To the ego, this is death. Next to you, it is the song of forever.





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