Love isn’t logical. The mind doesn’t understand love. This is your first clue.
Too, universal timeless consciousness is like a day of love on earth.
Now is the day of trinity. Gurus and fools love love. Philosophers hate it.
As love is like a lifeline flung to the living dead, love reveals the void.
Prophecies cease, verbs stop, and generalities fade away, but love never loses.
Like First Corinthians 13, love is lucky that way.
Underneath the cloud of thought, self-shining consciousness is called love, but what’s in a name?
For love is no mind. Do you think there's something more esoteric than my beloved?
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