POETRY

 I don't believe in an interventionist God

But I know, darling, that you doBut if I did, I would kneel down and ask himNot to intervene when it came to youWill not to touch a hair on your headLeave you as you areIf he felt he had to direct youThen direct you into my arms
Into my arms, oh, LordInto my arms, oh, LordInto my arms, oh, LordInto my arms
And I don't believe in the existence of angelsBut looking at you I wonder if that's trueBut if I did, I would summon them togetherAnd ask them to watch over youWell, to each burn a candle for youTo make bright and clear your pathAnd to walk, like Christ, in grace and loveAnd guide you into my arms
Into my arms, oh, LordInto my arms, oh, LordInto my arms, oh, LordInto my arms
But I believe in loveAnd I know that you do tooAnd I believe in some kind of pathThat we can walk down, me and youSo keep your candles burningMake her journey bright and pureThat she'll keep returningAlways and evermore
Into my arms, oh, LordInto my arms, oh, LordInto my arms, oh, LordInto my arms

⭕️ ALL THE BEST ⭕️

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Yoga (as in Life) Is The Path of Inquiry versus Acquisition, Self Knowledge versus Self Aggrandizement

Knowledge of The Self.