“Love as Evolution”

“Despite the ego’s fortress-like construction of this grand mirage or delusion, it is hardly impregnable to Reality. Saints see the hallucination as the flimsiest of gauze overlays, unable to obscure glorious Being. Artists, dreamers, seekers, and devotees catch glimpses of the Absolute behind the delusion. But the most common passe-partout, allowing short-lived escape from the illusory prison, is personal love. Such love temporarily relieves its experiencers of their ego, endowing them with free movement in timeless space and fresh perception that grants all creation its innate right to glisten, gemmy and coruscant, to gleam and glow, vernal and florid, and to perfume, like apricot freesias, like paradisal gardenia-nights, like the lanugo on a newborn’s head. For, when in love, lovers allow the creation, through which they have always moved like sleep walkers, to come into its true nature and shine forth. No longer do they screen and filter their world through the fine mesh of verbal concepts informed by cursory sense-data; instead, they lower their perceptive guard and begin to sing about the joys of a “new” world, which has really been there all along.”