Pratyabhijñā (Direct Recognition) प्रत्यभिज्ञा  There is a love that needs no heart to adore, Music that is played on a harp with no strings; Beauty smiles even if form is there no more, Zooms skies and skies a bird requiring wings. Understanding may come mysteriously By going back in time to recall what was; Telling sight … Continue reading Pratyabhijñā (Direct Recognition) प्रत्यभिज्ञा