As the sun passes through rain-moistened wind to give it the colours of the rainbow , so does love pass through your heart to lend it the quality of a multi-splendorous dream

"Just as your eyes must need a mirror to see themselves, your mind needs another to understand itself: it is impossible to know oneself entirely without the reflecting aide of another compassionate mind. In the end, experience and intelligence fail where simple, old fashioned and innocent love works. The magical deciphering of oneself and of the world around is a leap of pure affection. Love has eyes as fresh as a newly born infant- with an uncanny knack for marveling at what it understands in a flash," she said, but in a flash she saw that her son was dithering on the bounds of understanding her words, and needed a little extra nudge.

"You once said that to truly understand something, one must always have look at it with wonderment. You said to understand is not to decipher the mystery of something but only to enjoy it," he said.
She looked at him with eyes that bespoke love and kindness. For the first time, she knew her son was inching towards romancing realism.

"The romance of mystery is a plaything for the old; lovers and infants alone can invest the familiar with mystery, and romance it. The wise know too much to understand anything; love renders both wisdom and understanding irrelevant, because love must enjoy everything and be happy with it completely. It is impossible to know something without first being in love with it. Understanding follows love as fragrance follows a flower. Don't panic at thrill of love at first sight. That's the only love there is; the rest is mere laboured posturing. But it will require a saint's heart to know that its not love but desire at first sight that is probably a fleeing joy, "said Hazel, as he persisted with his questions. 

   "But unless you feel the wonder that a child feels before a rainbow, unless you run bare bodied, barefooted to the edge of the earth to sit at the feet of the rainbow,  or  climb it and  hang by it upside down, clutching its colour bands with  hands and feet as a monkey hangs from a quivering,  rain-weakened branch of a  tree  - unless you try to rub the face of the rainbow clean with your bare wet cheeks, you have known nothing about love which comes dropping as a dream , filtering through the mist of particles of a rain-moistened wind.  As the sun passes through this mist to give it the colours of the rainbow, so does love pass through your heart to lend it the quality of a multi-splendorous dream," she said.