03 August 2014

Two Hundred and Seventy-One

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Adrift in formlessness, wandering a dream you mistakenly call your own.

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So many assert heart superior to mind, but how could heart be discerned without it?

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Ever-changing dream that it is, best never to take anything for granted.

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We are all the longing of quantum stardust to feign existence.

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Nobody is just a student. nobody is just a teacher.

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Any idea is only as strong as its intention.

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Freedom is yours for the beingness.

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A-dreamin' in the streamin'.

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Who can free you, but you?

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What flame can any moth resist?

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The monkey-mind, a never-ending jungle.

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All dogma is the spew of one middleman or another.

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What seam can there be in that which is indivisibly formless?

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From nothingness to nothingness, and the pretense of somethingness between.

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And how they do quibble over the seed of yet another dogma.