Love can never be requited. Asymmetry is its nature.
And love is always
reciprocal, always authorised, and a dialogue. As sure as respiration proves the existence of air.
Love is always true and real. It is not necessary to add, as we love to do, that our
love is true or genuine, because love is always absolutely true and as real as
the earth supporting our feet.
The only thing that
doesn't exist, not really, completely, or not yet, is the language of love. It
is not at all necessary to add, "our love is so unique that there is no
language yet that can give it a body", because this is true of every love
and this incompetence of words is the most ordinary thing, it could even be a definition of love.
It is for this reason
that love is supremely intelligent, it understands everything at once, but also
always looks stupid. Love can never look intelligent. This is the core of
erotism, and of modesty that needs to be respected, this nakedness of
intelligence without a language, without a body. We understand it, and we
pretend to not see that it is naked. This respect of modesty is love of love,
and is true erotism.
To give a body to
love, to find its language, is the lifework of everyone of us. This language is
what we are, every one of us a unique word,
every one of us entirely individual and completely related to everyone else, by
the grace of the gods.
2 commentaires:
Really, I keep coming back to read this now and then since I was made aware of this meditative, prayerful prose-poem, I wish I could say on this unusually difficult time, also very humbling, deep and full of learning. It gives so much hope, dear Laurent, we extend by our reading, savouring, mefitating upon all art/writing/ music by living a bit more n then coming back to read it again anc again, something which moves us or listen again n again to that raga which pierced your soul but couldn't yet find its way to make a little more sense of our daily mundane living or our pedestrian tongue, this piece -it still seemed like a beautiful outsider who i couldnt yet make comfortable in my living room or call home, a foreign presence. But i could step out n be uplifted. Thank you for creating a shelter with your words for a stray passer-by, steady seeker or a lost wanderer. I hope your writing is enhanced by those who come to rest in its hope and promise. Hope you continue to write and build with the similar Grace and presence of the everyday sacred. Thank God for kind friends. - love and prayers, Atreyee
Thank you Atreyee.
As you wrote, the shelter is always both ways. But temporary. The wanderer carries on, and the journey gives birth to what wants to become.
God Bless
Laurent
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