When the window opens, it makes an offer. The more we’ve practiced willingness, the more likely we are to say yes—even when the mind wants to hold on and say no.

We sense whether whatever is entering our consciousness will bring us closer to that sense of freedom or farther from it.

We turn desire into duty because it’s easier to clamp down, to constrict the calling of desire, than it is to open up to the unbearable gift of it all.

Fear is desire’s fiercest and most loving guardian. She demands your nakedness, that you carry no weapons, that you be splayed open to receive.

Some call this the “two-foot drop from the head to the heart.” Some never take the leap. But those who do, know.

There is no comfortable distancing on the path of Eros.

This is sex—not the act, but the current. Not the performance, but the real. It’s trembling, tears, the release of control.

Being satisfied means we’re full and don’t need more. But the feeling of gratification is when we’re having and wanting simultaneously.

When we fully realize who we are, we can bring erotic order to the world.

We rest in Eros as we receive the awareness of the abundance. Eros asks only that we receive and acknowledge. To sit and allow ourselves to be touched and moved, even melted by our own lives.