03 August 2014

Two Hundred and Seventy-Five

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Birth and death, just different ends of the same dream stream.

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No one can ever discern the real you unless they see the real in themselves.

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You are the oneness in all, and the all are the oneness in you.

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You are what you have always been, and will ever be.

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When it comes to time, it is for time to tell.

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History is a stream of anonymity.

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Wandering on empty.

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Welcome home, Pilgrim.

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Truth is not a matter of opinion.

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By what form can awareness be bound?

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Good news, bad news, what difference, really?

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By the time you recognize it, any given moment is long gone.

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Yet another enticing distraction drawing you back into the illusory matrix.

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Nothing created, nothing preserved, nothing destroyed.

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No more questions, no more answers.