In this dream I was a songwriter and an artist. I fell madly in love with you. Do you remember how hard it was? What we went through to find one another? I am always so reluctant to do this over and over again. There is always that fear that I won't find you. Though I always trust the process, still there are powerful illusions in this world. But none could keep me from you. At times I feel like I dug through stone with my bare hands to find you. Other times I laugh at how perfect it all is, and at the worry that I may never lay eyes on you again. How foolish. You canβt separate water from rain.
Cleanliness is not next to godliness, it is godliness. When the mind is cleansed of all primordial impurities, then and then only real godliness of actual practical potential begins to manifest.