“It is possible for the vital to desire a woman for various vital reasons without love — in order to satisfy the instinct of domination or possession, in order to draw in the vital forces of a woman so as to feed one’s own vital or for the exchange of vital forces, to satisfy vanity, the hunter’s instinct of the chase etc. etc. (This is from the man’s viewpoint — but the woman also has her vital motives.) This is often called love, but it is only vital desire, a kind of lust. If however the emotions of the heart are awakened, then it becomes vital love, a mixed affair with any or all of these vital motives strong, but still vital love.”
- “It tossed all power into a single drive,
- It made its power a might of dangerous seas.
- Into the stillness of her silent self,
- Into the whiteness of its muse of Space
- A spate, a torrent of the speed of Life
- Broke like a wind-lashed driven mob of waves
- Racing on a pale floor of summer sand;
- It drowned its banks, a mountain of climbing waves.
- Enormous was its vast and passionate voice.
- It cried to her listening spirit as it ran,
- Demanding God’s submission to chainless Force.
- A deaf force calling to a status dumb,
- A thousand voices in a muted Vast,
- It claimed the heart’s support for its clutch at joy,
- For its need to act the witness Soul’s consent,
- For its lust of power her neutral being’s seal.
- Into the wideness of her watching self
- It brought a grandiose gust of the Breath of Life;
- Its torrent carried the world’s hopes and fears,
- All life’s, all Nature’s dissatisfied hungry cry,
- And the longing all eternity cannot fill.
- It called to the mountain secrecies of the soul
- And the miracle of the never-dying fire,
- It spoke to some first inexpressible ecstasy
- Hidden in the creative beat of Life;
- Out of the nether unseen deeps it tore
- Its lure and magic of disordered bliss,
- Into earth-light poured its maze of tangled charm
- And heady draught of Nature’s primitive joy
- And the fire and mystery of forbidden delight
- Drunk from the world-libido’s bottomless well,
- And the honey-sweet poison-wine of lust and death,
- But dreamed a vintage of glory of life’s gods,
- And felt as celestial rapture’s golden sting.”
“Desire always takes a long time to get rid of entirely. But, if you can once get it out of the nature and realise it as a force coming from outside and putting its claws into the vital and physical, it will be easier to get rid of the invader. You are too accustomed to feel it as part of yourself or planted in you — that makes it more difficult for you to deal with its movements and dismiss its ancient control over you.”
“It is often the experience that when one gives up the insistence of desire for a thing, then the thing itself comes. The right attitude is to wait on the Divine Will and seek that only — desire always creates perturbation and even its fulfilment does not satisfy. Aspiration is a different thing.”