12 May 2014

One Hundred and Eleven


That you would not choose do so many things ever again is the redemption.

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All belief is founded upon one absurd assumption or another.

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Any container by its nature must play out its limited role
In whatever way the matrix of the moment has in play.

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What is death but deep sleep without the breathing.

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Where can kindness, compassion, contentment,
Gratitude, harmony and joy dwell,
But in a tranquil mind.

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You are in a universe, in a world, in a form,
In a time, in a mind, in a dream,
But never of it.

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How would that which is god
Be omnipresent, omniscient, omnipotent,
If it were not in everything,
Including you?

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The world is neither good nor evil,
It is neither kind nor harsh.
It is at best indifferent.

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Sit quietly, move silently, watch closely,
Be as inwardly still as a calm, windless day,
And you will be the harvest of your temporal fate.

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You cannot free your Self without a healthy dose of doubt.

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You are the nothingness of everything, and the everything of nothingness.