25 June 2014

Two Hundred and Fifteen


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The death to all things imagined opens the portal to eternal life.

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It is really just you staring out the eyeballs, and the other senses following suit.

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Consciousness is movement, and it is no simple task to reign in passion.

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What flaw can there be in the crescent jewel of awareness?

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No sandbox can remain unsullied for long.

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Which lies will you believe today?

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Absurdity is the wordity.

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Imagine nothing.

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Now, that’s freedom.

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Formless is as formless does.

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A species strung out on its conditioning.

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So many ways to wake up, yet it is always the same.

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Oil is to the humanity what meadows of green grass are to deer.

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How can you ever expect of another what you your Self cannot or will not do?

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There you go again asking questions to which there is no answer.