A universal love we must have. And this does not mean that thereis nothing at all we shall love, nothing in which we shall take delight; for attachment is egoism in love and not love itself, desire is limitation and insecurity in a hunger for pleasure and satisfaction and not the seeking after the divine delight in things, calm and yet eternally intense beyond the brief vehemence of the most violent passion; a delight in things rooted in a delight in God does not adhere to their forms but to that which they conceal in themselves and that embraces the universe without being caught in its meshes.
There was no more division's endless scroll;
One grew the Spirit's secret unity,
All nature felt again the single bliss;
There was no cleavage between soul and soul,
There was no barrier between world and God.