@seekinghga said
"So she answered him, bending down, a lambent flame of blue, all-touching, all penetrant, her lovely hands upon the black earth, & her lithe body arched for love, and her soft feet not hurting the little flowers"
That verse can be summed up in one word: perfection.
The Perfect and the Perfect are one Perfect and not two; nay, are none!
Samadhi is when the difference between subject and object goes away. That difference (i.e. imperfection) is a statement or function of the mind. In dreamless sleep what has ever been encountered that is imperfect? Such state of sleep is a condition where the mind is temporarily subdued and silenced. Samadhi is a state where the mind is temporarily subdued and silenced, yet in the case of samadhi it is "under will" rather than from exhaustion.
Love, in the Thelemic sense, that is not "under will," is tantamount to spiritism, as opposed to the discipline exercised in ceremonial magic. This comparison is not equivalent but has the same principles guiding. Rather than Willfully combining the elements of "self" and "other" and thereby weakening separation/restriction, one places oneself at the mercy of the forces in their environment. Indeed, this is what occurs when our Love isn't "under will."