There are small things you can do together- sitting, looking at the moon, listening to music- nothing directly to do with love. Love is very delicate, fragile. If you look at it directly, it will disappear. It comes only when you are unaware,. doing something else. You cannot go directly. Love is not a target. It is a very subtle phenomenon; it it very shy ( and here we can guess who's words are these). If you go directly. It will hide. If you do something directly, you will miss it!
The world has become very stupid about love. They want it immediately. They want it like instant coffee - whenever you want it, order it and it is there.
Love is delicate art; it is nothing you can do. Sometimes those rare moments come....then something of the unknown descends. You are no longer on the earth; you are in paradise. Reading a book with your lover, both deeply absorbed in it, suddenly you find that different quality of been has arisen around you both. Something surrounds you both like an aura and everything is peaceful. But you werenot doing anything directly. You were just reading a book, or just just going for a long walk, hand in hand against the strong wind- and suddenly it was there. It always takes you unaware.
