WARNING: The language is direct and explicit and may offend.

From “Wild Nights”, by David Deida….

Relationship is bondage, unless your love is larger than the cult.

Love is a wound. Love hurts. You must learn to live wide open; hurting open with love.

If you are bound to objects – even people you truly love – then you suffer, because they can’t deliver what you want from them.

These boys, they’re going to fantasize about sex with young women for the rest of their lives. And by the time the ladies are saggy and wrinkled, and the men are too old to care, it’ll be too late. They won’t have the energy to open beyond their shriveled concerns for a better life. A day without too much pain will be good enough. And when they start dying, they’ll be horrified.

No-one is willing to feel the bliss of the Great One, because they are wrapped up in sex, or wishing they were.

I was using the affection and flesh that now surrounded me to pad myself from the stark free-fall of utter surrender, from the nothingness of deep, open being.

The feeling of tragedy dissipated, leaving only a deep love, wounded to be sure, but also eternal.

One day Michelle, your breasts will hang like soggy pancakes and your ass will sag to your knees. You’ll wake up in the morning, put your dentures in and paint your rotting face, and wonder which of your friends died today.

She’s not your mother. As good as her love feels, as war as her love fills your heart, you are clinging to the breast and missing the moment’s depth. You are afaid to feel totally alone – that is, so open there is no other. NO OTHER.

You need an other so you can be assured of yourself. And the one you want, the one that gives you the most assurance, is your mother. You want to feel her warmth, her smell, her support, her devotion to you – you won’t let go of that.

On the surface, it looked like he and his teacher were at war. But the war was always already over, and love had won, even if the fight continued to appear on the surface.

“You have been given a burden of bliss”, Mykonos said quietly, but with absolute intention. “You know what you have to do”. “This burden is my gift to you”.

It’s time to sit down and have dinner with the monster. (this one from David Holloway)