Of all the forces acting in the universe, love is the most powerful, the most

irresistible; without love the world would fall back into

the chaos of unconsciousness.


True love has no need of reciprocation; there can be no reciprocation

because there is only one Love, the Love, which has

no other aim than to love.


It is in the world of division that one feels the need of reciprocation—because one lives in the illusion of the multiplicity of Love; but in fact there is only One Love and it is always this sole love which, so to say, responds to itself.


Indeed, there is only one Love, universal and eternal, as there is only

one Consciousness, universal and eternal.


All the apparent differences are colorations given by individualization and personification. But these alterations are purely superficial.

And the “nature” of Love, as of Consciousness, is unalterable.


That is the great Secret, that which is behind the Existent and the Non-Existent,

the Personal and the Impersonal – Love. Not a love between two things,

two beings…a love containing everything.


Inevitably, love between two human beings, whatever it may be, is always made of ignorance, lack of understanding, weakness and that terrible sense of separation.

If you have the consciousness of an animal, you will love like an animal.

If you have the consciousness of an ordinary man, you will love like an ordinary man.


If you have the consciousness of an elite being, you will love like

an elite being, and if you have a god’s consciousness,

you will love like a god. It is simple!


And so, if by an effort for progress and inner transformation, by aspiration and growth, you pass from one consciousness to the other and your consciousness becomes vaster and vaster, well, the love you experience will be vaster and vaster.


Love is, in its essence, the joy of identity; it finds

its expression in the bliss of union.


Love is one of the great universal forces; it exists by itself and its movement is free and independent of the objects in which and through which it manifests.


It manifests wherever it finds a possibility for manifestation,

wherever there is receptivity, wherever there is

some opening for it.


What you call love and think of as a personal or individual thing is only your capacity to receive and manifest this universal force.

But because it is universal, it is not therefore an unconscious force;


it is a supremely conscious Power. Consciously it seeks for its manifestation

and realisation upon earth; consciously

it chooses its instruments,


awakens to its vibrations those who are capable of an answer, endeavours to realise in them that which is its eternal aim, and when the instrument is not fit, drops it and turns to look for others.

Men think that they have suddenly fallen in love; they see their love come and grow and then it fades – or, it may be, endures a little longer in some who are more specially fitted for its more lasting movement.


But their sense in this of a personal experience all their own was

an illusion. It was a wave from the everlasting sea

of universal love.


Love is universal and eternal; it is always manifesting itself and always identical in its essence. And it is a Divine Force; for the distortions we see in its apparent workings belong to its instruments.

Love does not manifest in human beings alone; it is everywhere. Its movement is there in plants, perhaps in the very stones; in the animals it is easy to detect its presence.


All the deformations of this great and divine Power come from

the obscurity and ignorance and selfishness

of the limited instrument.


Love, the eternal force, has no clinging, no desire, no hunger for possession,

no self-regarding attachment; it is, in its pure movement,

the seeking for union of the self with the Divine,


a seeking absolute and regardless of all other things. Love divine gives itself and asks for nothing. What human beings have made of it, we do not need to say; they have turned it into an ugly and repulsive thing.


And yet even in human beings the first contact of love does bring down something

of its purer substance; they become capable for a moment

of forgetting themselves,


for a moment its divine touch awakens and magnifies all that is fine and beautiful. But afterwards there comes to the surface the human nature, full of its impure demands, asking for something in exchange, bartering what it gives, clamoring for its own inferior satisfactions, distorting and soiling what was divine.

To manifest the Divine love you must be capable of receiving the Divine love.


For only those can manifest it who are by their nature

open to its native movement.


The wider and clearer the opening in them, the more they manifest love divine in its original purity; the more it is mixed with the lower human feelings, the greater is the deformation.


One who is not open to love in its essence and in its truth

cannot approach the Divine.


Love is a supreme force which the Eternal Consciousness sent down from itself

into an obscure and darkened world that it might bring back

that world and its beings to the Divine.


The material world in its darkness and ignorance had forgotten the Divine. Love came into the darkness; it awakened all that lay there asleep; it whispered, opening the ears that were sealed,


“There is something that is worth waking to,

worth living for, and it is love!”


And with the awakening to love there entered into the world the possibility of coming back to the Divine.


The creation moves upward through love towards the Divine and in answer

there leans downward to meet the creation

the Divine Love and Grace.


Love cannot exist in its pure beauty, love cannot put on its native power and intense joy of fullness until there is this interchange, this fusion between the earth and the Supreme, this movement of Love from the Divine to the creation and from the creation to the Divine.


This world was a world of dead matter, till Divine love

descended into it and awakened it to life.


Sri Aurobindo adds that:


Love is a yearning of the One

for the One.


Love is a glory from eternity’s spheres.

Abased, disfigured, mocked by baser mights

That steal his name and shape and ecstasy,

He is still the godhead by which all can change.

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