"Let the world love its many, we have but one Beloved -
the Lord. We care not what they say; we are only afraid when they want to paint
our Beloved and give Him all sorts of monstrous qualities. Let them do whatever
they please - for us He is only the beloved - my love, my love, my love, and
nothing more."
"Who cares to know how much power, how much quality He
has - even that of doing good! We will say once for all:
We love not for the
long purse, we never sell our love, we want not, we give."
"You, philosopher, come to tell us of His essence, His
powers, His attributes - fool! We are here dying for a kiss of His lips."
"Take your nonsense back to your own home and send me a
kiss of my Love - can you?"
"Fool! whom art thou bending thy tottering knees
before, in awe and fear? I took my necklace and put it round His neck; and,
tying a string to it as a collar, I am dragging Him along with me, for fear He
may fly away even for a moment - that necklace was the collar of love, that
string the ecstasy of love.
Fool! you know not the secret - the Infinite One
comes within my fist under the bondage of love."
"Knowest thou not
that the Lord of the Universe is the bond slave of love?"
"Knowest thou
not that the Mover of the Universe used to dance to the music of the ringing
bracelets of the shepherdesses of Vrindaban?"
Excuse my mad scribbling, excuse my foolery in trying to
express the inexpressible. It is to be felt only.
- Swami Vivekananda,
in a
Letter to Hale Sisters
from Chicago
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