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BLOSSOMING OF THE LOVE BUDS
his home, family, wealth, and all that he might own, to catch but a fleeting glimpse of his love's resplendent, glorious 'face’. He has ears and eyes only for the object of his love, and takes no interest in the concerns of man.
We may call this intense love madness and impractical, if we please, but we must remember that it leads us not to tears and
rrow and darkness in the grave, as worldly and practical' wisdom undoubtedly does, but to the land of Joy and Love. Blessed is the madness which ends in bliss; who cares for the ‘sanity' that leads to the grave?
In its true sense, love is the noblest of emotions which, free from all kinds of leaning or bias towards any particular individual or community, expresses itself in the form of mental equanimity and compassion for all kind of living beings. It is a libel to call the spasmodic, trickling streamlet of emotion which flows only at the sight of some particular person or persons, and dries up at that of the rest of the race, to say nothing of the other forms of life, by the name of love. Love is not a thing which bubbles up and flows at intervals, or by fits and starts; it is one continuous ever-flowing. ever-bubbling emotion which flows in all directions and towards all beings, human and animal. The former type of emotion only makes the heart cold, but the latter opens its lotus, and keeps it ever fresh and blooming, by constantly irrigating its roots with the living waters of Life. Free activity of the lotus of the heart leads to health and youth; but its obstruction at once converts the vibrations of love into poison of hatred and worry, which soon destroy the organism.
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