The Source of Love
Edited extract from a talk on 21 May 2001
All love comes out of me.
‘Me’ in the first instance is the unknowable inside this body; the stillness, the silence, peace; in other words, God, the unknown.
You cannot know me. You can only be me. You don’t need any other body to be me, do you? It’s your body. Then 'me’ is your love. All love of everyone and everything comes out of me because 'me’ is your love. Extraordinary, isn’t it, that this love is only me? Everything external, the whole universe, including the beloved body of man or woman, and the love between their bodies, comes out of me.
I have to go back to this source of love. I have to love 'me’. And the more I love me, the more 'me’ disappears as anything. It’s not an object. It is completely subjective, completely within. You can’t objectify it, because you can’t describe it. You can say it is peace; it is still; it is silence. Or you could say it is right. You could even say it is wondrous and amazing. When I am reflecting on it, in stillness, utterly and completely, now, I can say: Thou art wondrous. Thou art amazing. There are no words I can adequately use to describe Thee except as the most beautiful, the most glorious … And yet Thou art nothing to speak of. Thou art inside of me. Thou art me, but I do not know Thee, for to know Thee I would have to objectify you. I would have to use my mind to do that and I can’t for there is no mind here, only the pure perception of Thee that has no attributes except the good, the beautiful, the wondrous. Thou art forever.
The Truth of the Truth