Walking Awake

Walking Awake

Friday, 13 April 2012

Everything falls away in terms of identity because you don't identify anymore, it's that that's been the illusion, the grand covering of reality. You yourself have been the greatest conspiracy to truth, your own idea covering the formless reality of the face before you were born, but now, there's the seeing of the immaculate edge to form that continues as an attachment but with a depth into a mystery that defines nothing but what you first are, an absolute mystery seeing itself and expressing itself, Seeing from nothing into what is, bridged by an emptiness that is as is, I am.

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