It is not what we have yet to remember about LOVE that astounds and confounds me, as there will always be an Infinity of remembering yet to experience. No, what perplexes and vexes me so; is what we do and have done with the remembering of LOVE that for millenniums on end we have had. Instead it seems to me all we choose do is pine and whine romantically on, never living out these rememberings of LOVE divine; leaving us to experience, but the tiniest potential of limitless LOVE’S truth.
Century after century after century we have stared lustily at the inexhaustible, everlasting overflowing decanter of wine, never savoring and ingesting its transcendent aroma and bouquet.
So much better to be drunk on LOVE, than sober in fear…
Ever drunk with love
The Lover is ever drunk with love;
He is free, he is mad,
He dances with ecstasy and delight.
Caught by our own thoughts,
we worry about every little thing,
But once we get drunk on that love,
Whatever will be, will be.