There exists a belief in the thought of you, dissolve it.

 

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Come within, soft petal of the lotus
The sweet summer rains are here for your blossoming
Open and breathe thy eternal love
As the essence, of that which holds the infinite
Forever yours I am

 

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See me without labels
Speak of me in silence
Walk through me, as the spaces of each footstep you take
Hold me in the arms of infinity
Breathe as me for all eternity
Appear as yourself before me
Become of me, you are

 

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Best not to think of oneself as anything

 

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A blue jewel
Deeper than the deepest Sapphire
A love that only a mother can provide
Radiating through all your creatures
A diversity too numerous to know
Sweet Mother, your spirit holds all
Forgiveness, please
For one’s actions are born from a virus, that lives through destruction
It speaks and thinks in terms of my and mine
It walks in blindness, it claims to know all
Yet knows nothing of a truth and wisdom such as you
It seeks enemies, like a ghost seeks a body
Nature terrifies it, for revealing its powerlessness upon you it does
It hides amongst concrete and steel
It seeks security in the insecurity of itself
As long as its belief is fixed and solid, it cares not what belief it takes on
Its only comfort, endless conflict.

 

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When the bullet of war is fired upon another, an innocent child steps in front of its path, does the bullet hold the heart of morality to deviate to a new course?

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Laughter falls as a thousand petals upon the ripple of a pond
Reflecting both the seen and unseen worlds
For the most beautiful of emeralds still sinks in the end
So to a rotting corpse for the ants one’s body is destined to be
Death breeds life, for a cycle that never ends
A continuous play, with a script that writes itself
Be the ink of mystery and solve you I cannot

 

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If one does not find peace and love from within oneself, one will spend an entire lifetime discovering that it cannot be found outside of oneself.

 

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If one can sense and see the perfection of all that is
In the end of this fingertip that I present before you
Appear before me again, you will not.

 

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How can you label I and in turn yourself?
For labels change as frequently as the weather
I am changeless – eternal
Let your sight not fool you into a world of form
Enjoy thy magic and mystery
Play with it joyfully and compassionately
But see yourself not of it
Are you your job?
Is that the limit of your destiny?
Why do you choose to do what you do?
Is it really you doing it?
Look what the eternal search has brought
A searching with no end to wanting
That which you truly not need.

 

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Boundaries, hah, what a silly little fuss, stop drawing lines in your heads
No matter how many cuts are made in an apple it always remains the same.

 

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A shamanic journey is that which one seeks
To the centre of her womb where the dreams roam free
Travelling the astral to realms far beyond
Walking the cosmic order then returning to you as One
Once realised as nothing sweeter than this solitary breath
Opened one is now to her eternal breast
To discard everything is to live one’s treasure
As you are yourself however fits best

 

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As this last page turns upon our time together, I see you have written a book that has no ending, what shall I make of this question mark that you have left behind instead?

 

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To that which is said or thought about yourself by another let it be of no concern, for in awareness the exists no others of you.

 

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As I sit beyond all shores of time awaiting you
A snowflake dissolves as a tear of sorrow upon one’s face
The heartbeat of love chimes as a thousand singing bowls
Upon a single blade of grass, reflecting the entirety of creation within it
Shall one remember to look upon such wonder?
In ways in which the grandest of castles are held up by such foundations

 

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An everlasting womb
Where the heartbeat of ecstasy reveals itself in every sound, every touch, every kiss
To honour you, silent I must be
For each word spoken revealing how ignorant one is of your nature
Instead, I will kiss you as the wind
I will hold you as the ocean
I will smile at you as the stars
I will love you as the unimaginable
Thank you

 

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Dear beloved, to that which I can speak no name of
If I am to stand before you, naked I must be
Doubtless, I must know
As if the last tree in existence stands defiantly before your fire
Like all the sands of time passing through the glass
Stand I will
As One, no other
For I see behind your mirror of illusion
Where a pile of dirty clothes you once wore rests peacefully
Awaiting my torn rags to join them
Throwing the match of love to their centre
So nothing false remains

 

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The peace of space
The silence of stillness
The intimacy of emptiness
The joy of being

 

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The silent space between one’s thoughts holds far more wisdom than any thought itself.
 

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I have seen the dark, I have seen the light, both are One.

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