When I begin the path of Love, I seek my bliss in someone else: the Beloved, Jesus, Krishna, the Guru.
But when the path dissolves into Love itself, I generate my own bliss from a molten golden core, whose ceaseless melting bathes the world, all my ancestors, all the unborn, in waves of fragrance, waves of beauty, tears of the Love I Am.
Isn't it time to stop looking for that place, and start looking from that place?
Love's Path
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