Some call It Father,
Some call It Mother.
Some speak of the Friend
or even the Beloved.
I think of It as the Mystery:
the unutterable, undefinable,
unknown.
Love is what you are seeking.
Let every thought and prayer
be drenched in Love.
Love is the substance
of which you are made
and of which the universe is constructed.
Allow your spirit
to be assailed by Love.
Some call It Mother.
Some speak of the Friend
or even the Beloved.
I think of It as the Mystery:
the unutterable, undefinable,
unknown.
Love is what you are seeking.
Let every thought and prayer
be drenched in Love.
Love is the substance
of which you are made
and of which the universe is constructed.
Allow your spirit
to be assailed by Love.
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