What Is is the most intimate of intimacy... even these words are an understatement. Real Love is not even close to what me encounters as a love of; relationship with another, itself, animals, nature, music literature, art, foods, experiences etc.. When the personal self me drops infinite love's perfume seeps in everywhere to the familiar home that has never left... always here.
You are not daft, separation merely overlooks what Is as separation can only see separateness.
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