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and inquiry into the true nature of the Lover, such hearing is more

potent than any other so-called spiritual discipline, until all such

disciplines are recognized as only the play of Love. The blessing

sound that Love bestows makes one who is ready immediately open and

empty to receive, devoid of any resistance. Love's real nature is the

OneHeart Itself. Only.The ordinary person dreams in the brain, unaware

of their true Home in the Heart. The Lover lives in the Heart. The

Lover is Lived by the Heart, awakening to a constant whisper of the

Heart to Itself. For the Lover, the true devotee of Love, there is

nothing but the joyful movement of the formless Heart into all forms

and relationships as Song itself! The Lover has no will. No choice.

All such fantasies have been consumed by the lovely fire of Love. In

the realm some call "this world", the Lover knows that what they hear

is not separate from the OneHeart in which all

arises and dissolves, which they realize in the Heart as their own

Self, Singing!Love hears nothing as greater or lesser, higher or

lower, better or worse, more or less desirable. All is only Love to

such ears. In the state of Love the Lover hears nothing separate from

the Beloved's voice – radiance divine rippling in every direction for

the sheer magnification of Itself in mysterious symphonic wonder.For

the Lover, Love alone IS, and nothing else.By persisting in communion

with Love, the Lover sheds all recoil from Love, until such dry tunes

drop away completely, revealing that which Is. In such humility,

Love, which is truth, becomes the sacrifice which returns as the

Singing Smile, illuminating all that does not recognize Itself as

Love. Exquisitely, Beloved presses so urgently down into mortality as

a musical Love offering to that which lingers in the forgetfulness of

its own true nature. How Happy is the Lover

to fall into this slipstream of Loving's Bright Song, that all may

enjoy the delight of Love's homecoming to Itself, the Self of all,

the treasure of the living light of heart-broken surrender to the

deepest yearning of being itself! Jai to the Inextinguishable, this

ever-living flame, this HeartSong!LoveAlways

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