Intelligence is the shadow of objective truth. How can the shadow vie with sunshine?
Why struggle to open a door between us when the whole wall is an illusion?
Limp along until your legs are spent, and you fall flat and your energy is drained. Then the grace of the Divine will lift you.
Love cannot be learned or taught. Love comes as Grace.
You are not just the drop in the ocean. You are the mighty ocean in the drop.
I, you, he, she, we In the garden of mystic lovers, these are not true distinctions.