Love gets compounded and consequently adultered in greed as love for goods and money. In senses it becomes the pleasure and joy of the five elements. In lust it becomes the thrill of touch. It is present in the enjoyment of all the senses as pleasure. Love is eternal, pleasure is not. We cling to pleasure with our back to love, so we feel stranded in a desert when pleasure, the mirage, vanishes.

Love is either unconditional or it is not. Our true nature is love, just as the nature of the sun is to shine. Sunlight falls on flowers and garbage alike. Love goes out to one and all, and it makes no distinctions. Like the sun, it demands nothing. Our nature is to love. The nature of love is to give.

Beyond the remotest smell of a desire, love grows effulgently with a beatific all-pervading smile of a blessing for all.