The Unconscious Bliss of Divine Sexual Love

MODE of Cosmic Therapy: Immeasurable Love in Action

If I love you, I am totally unconscious of you. You do not exist to me nor does what you do affect me in any way. I am neither moved by your actions, thoughts, inclinations, desires or words. I have no thought in the direction of benefit coming from you for me. Nor is there ever a passing thought of harm to befall me because of you. Neither am I disturbed by detrimental occasions that may arise between us. You are absolutely incapable of disappointing, betraying, abandoning, lying or rejecting me for my love does not recognize any level of variance or blatantly induced blithe imperfection. Nor do I exalt, elevate or revere, or appreciate (depend upon) you. How could I, if I am ubiquitously unaware of you?

I am not fearful of your leaving or ‘growing tired’ of me. I am neither concerned nor bothered by what you think of me. Perfect love cast out all fear. If, on the other hand, I say I love you and then require of you to please, recognize, support, advocate, praise, defend, excuse, or in any way, need something from you, I lie. I do not love you at all, but a desired anticipated response from you. It is impossible for you to be my lover for when true love exists, the lover is not present.

I am not comforted by you, nor am I dissuaded by your capriciously motivated disinterest or persuaded by your flattering apparent waxing/waning moods of joy or discontent. My love sustains me in your presence and will not be influenced nor cater to the indecisive patterns of cyclic vexation or emotionally self-projected happiness. I adore you because I am free of you and not controlled by puppet mimicked ways of cajoled preference. If I prefer one side of your personality more than another, I am futilely superfluous and uproariously vain.

I make no distinctions, nor do I distinguish any faults in/on/about/through you. I love you without boundaries, expectations or restrictions. I do not accommodate, gratify, cater or provide for you, ever. I do what I do simply because I want to do it and for no other reason. In my love for you, do I stand in rapture’s repose devoid of the presence of you or if you exhibit  paranoid jealous anxiety. I am not conscious of your identified loyalty, control and/or need to possess. You can not share with me a quark of definitive committed feelings in exchange for my identification with your need to feel ‘loved.’ I am not moved by you in your deliberate attempts to move me to respond, make me feel guilty or ashamed.

You are not responsible for my devotion, nor do I cherish you because of who, what and why you are. And, certainly not for anything you may perceive as your having done or given to me. I am not obligated to you in any way whatsoever. I owe you nothing as do you owe me the same. Love can not be defined nor managed. My unceasing love is a divine stream of effervescent light which can neither be turned off or on. I love you with all that my soul is capable of and everything outside of it, as well. I embrace the quintessence of your sacred radiance where no corruption abounds. The divine sexual intensity of this lighted love gives and receives life continuously without remiss. We are the product of that faultless impeccable love.

I am infused with a love so brilliant, words can not define nor actions deter. {It envelopes you; erasing you from my earthly eyes of contrary fickle sight.} In the overflowing stream of divine sexuality, I am consistently made unaware of you as the single source of exuberant pleasure which flows but liberally acknowledge the omnificent divinity from which passion does unceasingly gush. The stimulating illuminating effervescent love I embody and embrace lyrically resounds in stereophonic symphonies of bliss. My love for you is without intention and first in execution. I know not how ‘not’ to love you!

My innate forces of delighted concentration are centered upon this undaunted sensual love. My love is incomparable and serenely new in each moment of existence in the experience of you, never reaching the extended heights or descended lows by comparison. I do not wait upon you, nor you me but in the ever evasive spiraling instant of ecstatic pleasure do I know you. By not cleaving to the moment, I am washed clean of the memory of yearning for you which would only interfere with love’s consecrated innocence.

How does one define ineffable love’s erotic bliss? (Without words.) Love would be destroyed in the flash of an instant if I were to remember you or seek any attachment thereof. Now is the only time of flawlessness of love’s united beauty and grace. I can not possibly have an idea of you without it impeding the love I have for you. I must forget every notion I’ve ever devised about you in order to meet you for the first time. And, in order for me to continuously meet you again and again and again, I must remain unconscious of you so that you may be clearly unequivocally revealed. True love, practiced eternally is sublimely dominantly pulsatingly invigoratingly rejuvenating. OH! How I love thee!