We desire in our human love
only the best for the various
apples of our eyes,
our clutched-to-the-breast beloveds.
Our love’s great failing –
the truth that we know not exactly
what is best and
what constitutes
further entanglement on a field
so sad and vast as time and creation;
what is pure and what is tainted
from hearts sorely cleaved and teeming;
sorely cleaved and teeming.
Love Divine, on the contrary, said my Lord,
is not originated but bestowed (divinely);
wants nothing, has no center, no motive,
no standpoint, no hub, beginning in the light
of non-existence and never venturing
into the shadowy realms of the illusory self.
O child of God, wish your loved ones the best.
You are so very far removed from Love Divine.
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