Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depth,
love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock
molten, yet dense and permanent.
Go down to your deep old heart, and lose sight of yourself.
And lose sight of me, the me whom you turbulently loved.
Let us lose sight of ourselves, and break the mirrors.
For the fierce curve of our lives is moving again to the depth
out of sight, in the deep living.
— D. H. Lawrence, from “Know Thyself More Deeply,” The Complete Poems of D. H. Lawrence. (Wordsworth Editions Ltd; New edition edition September 5, 1994) Originally published 1964.