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i don’t want your love. i want what you want and we can find it together and share our de*pening experience of it. i thought it was your love i wanted and it hurt so much when you couldn’t give it. i even made a bargain that if i gave it to you, i could expect it back. i thought you agreed to this bargain. i thought you were part of the deal. i lived in fear that your love would now i hear within me the whispering of something else. i feel the possibility of a love that has nothing to do with you – an infinite resource that is always there. this love is not affected by any condition, nor does it change in the stream of time. it is the same love whether my body is strong or weak, whether i am rich and bountiful in material things or whether i am poor. it is not affected by things of this world. this is the love that brings release. this is the love that dissolves chains. this is the love that brings peace. this is the only love i want. it releases you, my friend, from all our contracts. like when i was translating that awfully magnificent book on the texts of plotinus, proclus and damascius many years ago, my heart pounded into the skies, one summer’s day, i sent a little thought away; up to where, in the blue round, the sun sat shining without sound. then my thought came back to me. little thought, what did you see in the regions whence you come? and when i spoke, my thought was dumb. but she breathed of what was there, in the pure bright upper air; and, because my thought so shone, i knew she had been shone upon. when the eager stars were out, and the still moon shone about. and my thought went past the moon in between the stars, but soon held her breath and durst not stir, for the fear that covered her; ‘dare i look beneath the shade, into where the worlds are made; where the suns and stars are wrought? shall i meet another thought? ‘will that other thought have wings? shall i meet strange, heavenly things? thought of thoughts, and light of lights, breath of breaths, and night of nights?’