[The following is an extract from a letter which I wrote to a friend. I felt to share it more widely.]
So, beloved, you see that whilst all the teachings of Advaita are technically correct, I laugh at it all. Because what is the point in feeling beauty and turning it into the word 'beauty', which is not beauty. The thinking mind turns everything to stone.
The breath of God and your pulsating heart, dancing a tango, that is truth, that is reality, that is real, that is beauty. But not the description of it. Not my comment about it. Not even your memory of it. But at the time, in the dance, when there is only the dance. And that dance might be a tango as you pretend not to be interested in God, or pretend to be afraid of letting in God, of admitting God, of admitting that you are God. But there is a communion even in a tango, and a delicious communion at that. Yes, it is a foreplay. Those who dance the tango, if the dance feels right, make love later on. But you don't need to worry about that. Enjoy the dance, enjoy taking the tango to the very brink and dancing there on the edge of abandonment. And if your mind cannot be quiet even in that dance, let it be only curious as to who will surrender first to the truth of lust: you or God. And know all the time, with every breath and every throbbing heartbeat of the dance, that underneath the lust that God feels for you and that you feel for God, there is only love. But in that love, there is no you and there is no God. There is only love.
