To be a consort is not to find a place to rest. It’s not to say, “I love you, so I will stop moving.” It’s to say, “I love you, so I will keep moving, keep rising, keep expanding.” It’s to be constantly kicking out any grasping, any attempt to lock down, to own.
It’s to keep inviting the other into flight, into the dynamic interplay where true love resides. To merge with another is not to lose yourself, but to become more yourself, to discover who you are in the face of another’s ever changing presence.
It’s to look out from within them and see what they need to become more themselves, more alive, more free. It’s not to hold them to your desires but to release them to their own, to be a force that continually opens, that never closes in on itself.