The Song of Love is heard only by Love. It is the loving rhythm of Love for and by Itself. Along with the little-known practice of actually Loving, and inquiry into the true nature of the Lover, such hearing is more potent than any other so-called spiritual discipline, until all such disciplines are recognized as only the play of Love. The blessing sound that Love bestows makes one who is ready immediately open and empty to receive, devoid of any resistance. Love’s real nature is the OneHeart Itself. Only.
The ordinary person wanders dreamily in their head, unaware of their true Home in the Heart. The Lover lives in the Heart. The Lover is Lived by the Heart, awakening to a constant whisper of the Heart to Itself. For the Lover, the true devotee of Love, there is nothing but the joyful movement of the formless Heart into all forms and relationships as Song itself! The Lover has no will. No choice. All such fantasies have been consumed by the lovely fire of Love. In the realm some call “this world”, the Lover knows that what they hear is not separate from the OneHeart in which all arises and dissolves, which they realize in the Heart as their own Self, Singing!
Love hears nothing as greater or lesser, higher or lower, better or worse, more or less desirable. All is only Love to such ears. In the state of Love the Lover hears nothing separate from the Beloved’s voice – radiance divine rippling in every direction for the sheer magnification of Itself in supersensual symphonic wonder.
For the Lover, Love alone IS, and nothing else.
By persisting in communion with Love, the Lover sheds all recoil from Love, until such dry tunes drop away completely, revealing that which Is. In such humility, Love, which is truth, becomes the sacrifice which returns as the Singing Smile, illuminating all that does not recognize Itself as Love. Exquisitely, Beloved presses so urgently down into mortality as a musical Love offering to that which lingers in the forgetfulness of its own true nature. How Happy is the Lover to fall into this slipstream of Loving’s Bright Song, that all may enjoy the delight of Love’s homecoming to Itself, the Self of all, the treasure of the living light of heart-broken surrender to the deepest yearning of being itself! Thanks and praise to the Inextinguishable, this ever-living flame, this HeartSong!