There comes a point where loving someone goes beyond selfish needs but is so entwined in it that all becomes one and the same.
She had no other desire than to be burnt in His fire because everyone was after Him for themselves, she didn’t want Him for herself, she wanted Him for His sake alone.
Her self, had become effaced a long time ago, so she only saw Him.
That kind of a woman, I am utterly jealous of!
Those who know her name all are!
He wants us to come to Him whole, but the only way to come whole is to strip away layers of our being until naked.
Naked souls with no garments of vices.
The ability to recognise your garments will determine how easily you can remove them.
That is the Egoïste’s aim, they want Him all to themselves.
How many layers, veils, coats of distraction do we have?
It makes no comprehensible sense that we cry pangs of longing with distractions engulfing us.
She wanted him so dearly, at his request, she dived into his heart of sorrows.
Infatuated by his accomplishment to win her heart, he failed to realise she was drowning there.
He jumped into the darkness that engulfed her but being so narcissistic, he could not see her.
He marvelled at his own sorrows and killed them both.
How far are you willing to go?
The devotion of a moth has challenged lovers for an eternity
The mad amongst us rise to the occasion.
They burn for Him.
For centuries, the lovers have jumped into the flame only to find it cool and tranquil like our forefather Abraham peace be upon him. They were not about to be outdone by a moth.
Struggling for what?
Let go and celebrate your imperfection.