Love frequently dies of time alone-much more frequently of displacement. Mindfulness: Waking up to your life moment to moment and paying attention, on purpose, non-judgmentally. You are surrounded by sights, sounds, fragrances, tastes, and touch sensations. Which are you aware of first? The first stage of perception is attention, the selection of incoming messages. There is little doubt about the importance of attention. Real love is blind devotion, unquestioning self-humiliation, utter submission, trust, and belief against yourself and against the whole World, giving up your heart and soul to the smiter. Love must suffer in the stern World. My love was founded on a rock, and it endures. Shrewdness in love usually goes with meanness in general. There are three states of mind: Emotional mind, wise mind, and reasonable mind. Love in all things a most wonderful teacher. The recollection of what I had been to her awakened feelings of forbearance and meekness under suffering in her bosom, to which all God’s creatures, but women, are strangers. The most interesting and pardonable of human weakness—love. If selfishness a necessary ingredient in the composition of that passion called love, or does it deserve all the fine things which poets, in the exercise of their undoubted vocation, have said of it? Love is a stronger passion than vanity. A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all. What can you do with your mind that is mindful? For one, you can choose to look and look with an open mind. Mystery and disappointment are not absolutely indispensable to the growth of love, but they are, very often, its powerful auxiliaries. Baby is much tighter than a century safe. I always loved that boy as if he had been my-my-my own grandfather. I was not to be dissuaded from the poetical idea that had occurred to me, so I signed the letter, “You love-sick Pickwick.” We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end. New love is the brightest, and long love is the greatest  but revived love is the tenderest thing known on Earth. Describe—putting our experience into words; label a thought a thought and a feeling a feeling. Perfect love has a breath of poetry which can exalt the relations of the least-instructed human population. Men are often blind to the passions of women but every woman is as quick-sighted as a hawk on these occasions, nor is there one article in the whole science of love which is not understood by all women; she might have said to be imagining herself in love, when she was not. Women frequently do this. It flows from the fact that in each exists a bias toward affection, a craving for the pleasure of being loved. The longing to be shielded, bettered, sympathized with, is one of the attributes of the sex. This, coupled with sentiment and a natural tendency to emotion, often makes refusing difficult. It persuades them that they are in love. A man does not always love most what he admires. Love, an extremely exacting usurer, we do not need to know a man well in order to love him. That is only necessary when we want to leave off. Participate—quieting the mind enough to be open to the now and be totally present to what is from moment to moment. Let go of the past. God created love, and just like the United States is the most powerful nation in the World because we have the most weapons, we are less likely to be attacked for this reason. The CIA has weapons that you would not believe. The reason I bring this up is if love is made by God, and you focus on what you love, and who you love, that means your war chest is full of God (love), so you are less likely to be attacked by your enemies. If you are full of love, it is contagious and they do not want to catch it. Your enemy gains power from hate and anger, which is also contagious. Love is not a passion that degrades, but exalts our nature. It is a deep mystery—the way the heart of man turns to one woman out of all the rest he is seen in the World, and makes it easier for him to work seven year for her, like Jacob did for Rachel, sooner than have any other women for the asking. We cannot love just where other folks would have us. There is nobody, but God can control the heart of man. Love has a way of cheating itself consciously, like a child who plays at solitary hide-and-seek; it is pleased with assurance that it all the whole disbelieves. However, the vainest woman is never thoroughly conscious of her own beauty till she is loved by the man who sets her own passion vibrating in return. You once told me I would not know it enough. Well, let me tell you something, yeah, I do. You once told me, I would not feel it enough. Well, let me tell you that, baby, I do. Sometimes I find myself in a sea in a dream that is so far away. Sometimes tell me what has happened to me. Sometimes I see myself falling, although I do not show it much. Sometimes I am crazy for you. Well maybe I am fine and tell me you are mine. Offenses are easily pardoned where there is love at the bottom. How can you be mindful? It is no secret, Bristlecone pines, Mount Washington, in Great Basin, Nevada are the longest-living trees on Earth—some survive as long as 5,000 years. However, the trees are hard to find because of the lack of developed trails, which makes them difficult to access. Therefore, if I loved, I should love at once and without change, so I can find the trails to your heart and our love will last more than 5,000 years, and others will not be able to access or take those feelings away from us. The simple, primitive love which knits us to the beings who have been nearest to us, in their times of helplessness or of anguish aims at its own completeness because perfect love is every virtue considered as a well-fleshed indifference to sorrow outside it, young lovemaking—that gossamer web!

Tell me, baby, can you hold me now? You do not have to say it, I feel it, too. And maybe I am falling or maybe, but I do not show it much. Tell me baby, can you see me now? Show me baby that I do not know how. There is no greater vulgar error than that it is impossible for a man who loves one woman to ever lover another. On the contrary, it is certain that a man who can love one woman so well, at a distance will love another better that is nearer to him. Pain is going to happen in any relationship, but we have to accept what is good and difficult. Make up your mind that I am the one you want and make it known you are not going to let this love go. Suffering, things have happened in the past. You have been cheated on a bunch of times, and even have presents from God you did not expect. You are a different person now and you nor I can focus on what we should have done. We cannot grasp the past, it is gone. We cannot avert the future, it is here, as every moment passes. I can be in denial about loving you and you can push me away, but the need of being loved will always subdue us. Pain is inevitable in life, but suffering is optional! But sometimes I find myself in a sea, in a dream that is so far away. Sometimes, tell me what has happened to me. Love often entails imbecility on the noblest of mankind. One mindfully—is doing one thing at a time. Slow your life down. In all ages it hath been a favorite text that a potent love hath the nature of an isolated fatality, whereto the mind’s opinions and wonted resolves are altogether alien. Yet all love is not such, even though potent; nay, this passion hath as large scope as any for allying itself with every operation of the soul: so that it shall acknowledge an effect from the imagines light of unproven firmaments, and have its scale set to the grander orbits of what hath been and shall be. Even a man who has practiced in lovemaking till his own glibness has rendered him skeptical, may at last be overtaken by the lower’s owe. Please forgive me if I repeat myself—love has no wings. All persons are doomed to be in love once in their life. What silly nonsense love is! What do not people write about the really important things of life? Effectively—focusing on what works: Asking yourself, “What is going to work best in the situation?” This is the only century in which love has obtained even a partial divorce from Worldly and parental influences. The profession of love must be highly esteemed where fallacious coin can pass for sterling worth. Make a commitment to play by the rules and get away from fairness and unfairness, right and wrong, vengeance and anger. I have seen a woman wash her love from her remembrance in less times than she could get a spot of ink out of her ruffle. Do you erase me from your memory, did you every really love me at all? Love may be likened to a disease in this, that when it is denied a vent in one part, it will certainly break out in another. Certain philosophers, among many other wonderful discoveries, pretend to have found out that there is so such passion as love in the human heart. Esteem and gratitude are the proper motives to love, as youth and beauty are to desire. Living well is the best revenge. I do not want to live with hate and anger. Love of the spirit and knows not death. Look beyond your World, try to find a place for me. If you ever feel the need to wonder why, let me know.