Thoughts are like clouds in the sky of pure consciousness. In watching them, they are changing their form and appearance and at some stage disappear into nothingness. If you contemplate on their existence you come to realize that the reason for their visibility is because there is a source of light somewhere.
There is a kind of love which unifies and unites and one that renders us poignantly - at times even painfully - aware of boundaries, limitations and our separateness. The mastership of true loving is to attain the awareness of the first and to henceforth exist in this state even whilst passing through personal experiences of the love that separates.
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