Put symbol and metaphor aside, Seeker.
Love is a flame.
It licks high toward the heavens.
and raises the body and mind toward the soul.
Burn brightly and consume lower desires, they say.
Seek the Higher and the lower is consumed with the fire of Love.
It raises to the Highest, and as it does, they who seek me find. There is no effort needed, for I make myself known as the opening is there. Nothing but removal of the impediments of self. Burn in that fire of Love.
And as I draw nearer, a wondrous event. The slip; the fall; the Real Rise. And to me I become and look down extended - including all. My Love is a fire - cold Light, warm heart of All Creation. I look and know. My knowledge direct, unfolded, exposed. No effort is needed. I show myself the Way, the Reason, the Secret - no secret at all. Within Love, all in known.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe Love.
My only, my Self.