Love does not know itself.
For love is being the knowing too.
Love knows nothing of itself; love is itself.
Thoughts appear; judgement, or perhaps resentment.
Yet the substance never changes.
Love knows no entity; love is itself.
Thought arises;
As creation.
For creating.
Love knows no place.
Love knows no other.
Love is itself.
Thoughts arise;
How can I feel this wonderful love?
How can I get to this beautiful love?
How can I attain this sacred unconditional love?
Love knows neither time nor space.
Love is neither here nor there, now nor then.
Love is itself.