It takes my daughter's birth for me to know that love is far beyond a thought and is in fact completely unbelievable.
In other words, love is what I am, she is, and being that a person is a thought believed, and so conditioned to forget what one is truly,
love is just a thought until I see it isn't. And such is therapy condensed—understanding love is not a thought and I am not a person.
Bhakti and Jnani is the one true science. Blue moon, a crescent moon is setting in my picture window
visible in spaces where no branch is pitch as night. And so I see the sky is clear tonight, my love.
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