“When you think you know your lover, you only know your mind’s own forms. Your lover is an inexhaustible fullness that can never be completely known. It is your impatience that spawns the illusion of familiarity.” – From the book
Georg Feuerstein, Ph.D. is counted among the leading voices of the East-West dialogue and since the late 1960s has made many significant contributions try understanding of India spiritual heritage notably Hindu yoga. Author of such books as Sacred Sexuality, Tantra: Path of Ecstasy, and Yoga for Dummies, Feuerstein has turned his attention to transcendent love with his 89 page book A Little Book for Lovers.
Some of the contemplative passages found in this book include:
“No one, however much he or she may love you, can remedy your own lovelessness. No number of assurances and kisses can restore love to your heart. You always ask for more. You will beg and demand. You even try to trick others and to loving you. But all your ploys to call forth love in your life are doomed to fail because love cannot enter your life from without. The prince is already in the castle with you.”
“Vulnerability is living without masks. The vulnerable person voluntarily abandons his walls of self protection and permits the world to impinge on his psyche as it may. He does not seek pain for pain’s sake, but he cultivates vulnerability so that his heart may not harden to the pain of others and to the shock of universal death.”
“In his eyes the glimmering galaxies whirl endlessly through time. In her eyes time gathers itself into a delicate bouquet of all past moments and all future destines.”
“The shimmering colors of time and the flimsy forms of space are recognized as temporary playful appearances that pop into and blink out of existence without warning. They are random manifestations within the unfathomable singular Being. They have no ultimate significance. Only the enduring One has meaning beyond measure.”
Although the author provides some poetic mystical contemplation on the subject of divine union and true love, I didn’t find A Little Book for Lovers particularly inspiring. I enjoy mystics/poets such as Rumi and Hafiz, but just could not get into this book. Some of fear Stein observations seem muddled, rambling and contradictory, especially when contrasting romantic love with “true” love.
While the author admits that love escapes definition and is ineffable as light or life, the majority of this book did not touch me emotionally or spiritually. In addition, I found his toggling between “he” and “she” within a paragraph distracting. If you want reflective prose and poetry on love and Mystery, I’d recommend the books Love’s Alchemy or The Essential Rumi instead.