25 June 2014

Two Hundred and Twelve


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If you really are your Self, what words can possibly describe you?

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Now is the eye of the needle through which consciousness every moment threads

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The essential you is no different than anyone or anything, anywhere.

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What can be sacred when it is all nothing from the get-go.

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Nothing much was accomplished again today.

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That might makes right is too often not.

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All in a dream, all in a dream.

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Nothingness is forever eternal.

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After the last domino falls, stillness.

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Absurdity blowing flowers helter-skelter.

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What is passion but temporal Self-hypnotization.

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No mound of gold can ever shine brighter than your Self.

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The quantum beingness equally sustains all things great and small.

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Desire uses pleasure and pain to weave fear throughout the given container.

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Existence is but reflections rippling within the ocean depths.