‘Don’t look for a lover, BE one.’ Radical Faerie poet James Broughton
Love is what we are, the nature of our consciousness. If we understand this and live in this awareness, love will manifest in our lives.
‘Love of self for self is the creative force of the universe. Desire is the primal energy, and that energy is erotic: the attraction of love to beloved, of planet to star, the lust of electron for proton. Love is the glue that holds the world together.’ Starhawk
The way to find a lover? Attract Love by Being Loving. Be loving by meeting the world with compassion.
And be visible, show yourself, be findable.
Seeking a lover is like hunting. Love doesn’t hunt. Desire hunts. Hunting is hot, hunting is horny, hunting is nature seeking pleasure, joy, experience, transcendence. Love is a Goddess offering us a way home, to ourselves.
If we feel we are lacking love we probably actually need to find what brings us joy. To focus on lack of love is to carry a low vibration which attracts experiences that likely affirm the negative feeling. So turn the mind to joy, remember that love is what we are, what gives us life, and that although currently not experiencing it, it is still there. Then turn to joy.
Love is the way home, and it is a tricky path that brings up shadow and pain, for love insists on transformation of everything within us that is not love.
Joy is the key to happiness. Follow your joy, what makes the heart sing, the body tingle, the emotions soar. Joy will make you radiant, joy will empower your ability to love. Joy makes us radiant. Joy casts no shadow of fear, joy will not stoke up old hurts. Joy is the feeling of being at home.
Finding joy in ourselves and meeting the world with love makes us eminently attractive.
The Lake of Beauty by Edward Carpenter
Let your mind be quiet, realising the beauty of the world, and
the immense, the boundless treasures that it holds in store.
All that you have within you, all that your heart desires, all
that your Nature so specially fits you for – that or the counterpart
of it waits embedded in the great Whole, for you. It will surely
come to you.
Yet equally surely not one moment before its appointed time
will it come. All your crying and fever and reaching out of hands
will make no difference.
Therefore do not begin that game at all.
Do not recklessly spin the waters of your mind in this direction
and in that, lest you become like a spring lost and dissipated
in the desert.
But draw them together into a little compass, and hold them
still, so still;
And let them become clear, so clear – so limpid, so mirror-like;
At last the mountains and the sky shall glass themselves in
And the antelope shall descend to drink, and to gaze at his
reflected image, and the lion to quench his thirst,
And Love himself shall come and bend over, and catch his own
likeness in you.