The Mother
Love: The Joy of Identity
Student Question: Before our nature is transformed, can a person love another truly?
The Mother: Love another? I have said there that it is impossible. I have said that if one wants to know what love is, one must love the Divine. Then there is a chance of knowing what love is. I have said that one grows into the likeness of what one loves. So if one loves the Divine, gradually, through this effort of love, one grows more and more like the Divine, and then one can be identified with the divine love and know what it is, otherwise one can’t.
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. It is as though one wanted to enter the presence of a unique Splendor and that the first thing one did was to put a curtain, two curtains, three curtains between oneself and the Splendor, and one is quite surprised to have only a vague impression and not at all the thing itself. The first thing to do is to remove the curtains, to take them all away, to go through and find oneself in the presence of the Splendor. But if you put veil after veil between it and yourself, you will never see it. You may have a sort of vague feeling like “Oh! There is something”, but that is all.
Student Question: In order to know how to love truly, should the nature be transformed?
The Mother: The quality of love is in proportion to the transformation of your consciousness.
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 and ordinary man.
If you have the consciousness of an elite being, and if you have god’s consciousness,
you will love like a god. And so by the 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.”
The Mother – (1878-1973)
The Mother was born in Paris as Mira Alfassa. She was a devote of Sri Aurobindo
The above was an excerpt from one of her collected works “Search for the Soul in Everyday Living”
Compiled by Wayne Bloomquist
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