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Your destiny is not to become enlightened, 

That is just a hook to fish the I-thought back down to the ground.  
 

The Heart can shimmer without the clouds of perceptions,

Seeing without the eyes,

I no ‘I’s,

Hearing One, 

Not a state,

Seamless Feeling. 
 

Don’t ever let them in,

That is an illusion, 

Being One is the end of confusion. 

Thought can’t get past a wall,

That you don’t bother to put up,

Why would I brawl?

With imaginary nets?

That get casted by my own ignorance,

All that non-sense,

Undigested 2 cents.

 

I’ll give you mine, 

But you’ll still have to find,

Your own experiment.

 

Falling in grace,

Always in place. 

 

Ten thousand tears,

One Belly Laugh.

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The tip of a single point,

Wholeness seemingly appoints,

To go within,

Seeking One’s Kin,

Tossing and turning in the very Bin!

 

Perfect Circle,

Not a wheel of purple,

Red,

Orange,

Green.

 

Yellow & steam, 

Fantastic colours,

But to fall head first into the painting, 

And find your footing in its making.

 

This doesn’t cycle, 

This Circle is still, 

No need to hike,

Up your own hill. 
 

Ten thousand tears,

One Belly Laugh.

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You can see it in their eyes, 

Looking towards the outside,

Eyes that look directly in are unmoving,

A seekers eyes dart in a million directions,

Trying to find One,

If only they would settle,

Right on their own bum,

And seeing with the heart, 

That there was never a start. 
 

This Wonder just roams,

Finding Home wherever it goes, 

Transcending states,

Not finding transcendent skates, 

That spiral you back down into hate, 

For missing that thing,

A carrot you dangle,

Just to bring,

You a handle, 

On groundless seeing,

Sitting on the clouds of Being. 
 

The loop closes,

Awareness grows in, 

Seeping hoses,

The Ocean isn’t a containment bin. 

 

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One Belly Laugh.

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You cannot transcend that which you deny,

Believing there is nothing to do,

Really fucks with your stew,

When you leave the hand on the pot,

Hell it is hot, 

So take it off, 

Get out of that higher loft, 

Hoping you can end the distress,

With some “supreme knowledge” that you dress,

Well here is something to express, 

Ignorance gets tangled up in its own mess,

Boredom believes it will just be detest,

But really behind their eyes is a lively Rest. 
 

Ten thousand tears,

One Belly Laugh.

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Putting Feeling first takes real courage,

To just let the Heart shine,    
Will you be mine?

Couldn’t ever be,

A marriage endlessly, 

Enterally both sides of the coin,

Totally adjoined.

 

Still that doesn’t totally express,

The seamless growth, 

And the silent stillness,

Of what a seer sees, 

And only a be-er can be 🍻

 

A flat metal mirror,

2D hearer,

3D just comes from One,

Allowing the shining of the Sun. 

From every direction,

You look deeply into your reflection, 

Inside out, 

The outside seeps in, 

The end of “My karmic sin”,

These cycles comes,

And they go,

Once you have cleared the weed,

From the silence of your deed,

The I-thought is never thunk again,

Everyone ones inner friend. 
 

What comes and goes could never be,

The Immovable One who sees,

Listening to Nothing at all, 

Just letting Be, Be.  

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The ego is a crazy project,

An imaginary box that projects,

Into itself,

That there is an outside of Self. 

 

Don’t try to keep the eyes fixed,

Settle into the mix.

 

Tamed the lens is seen as the world, 

Dropped back onto the grass,

Nowhere to sit your ass,

You can’t be hurled, 

Around what you are, 

Nothing is far,

Too close for comfort,

That is just what happens when you construct “My fort!”.

 

Neither is both, 

Drink the Potion,

Good for your health,

Thinking you have to mend emotion, 

Isn’t the real motion, 

Express,

And Be Rest.

 

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Saying there is no thought is useless to one who believes they are one, 

Like telling a baseball player that they don’t play baseball,

They’ll just keep playing,

The ego is an art,

Beauty is found from staying,

It never really had a start,

Just wonder and a keen eye,

For seeing when you resist a good cry.

 

Melts right through, 

Two sides aren’t anything new.

 

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Hey @Phil I just wanted to thank you for pointing out the rejection of the lens of the separate self thing, I feel much more grounded then I was a few months ago. 
 

Being just bes both the world and the lens, I was stuck on rejecting the separate self rather then just Being, Self & World. I think this was out of this profound excitement I have been experiencing, excitement about the end of suffering/ mind. When you first start actually settling into being that which you are, it is really exciting to one who has suffered a long time, this resulted in me try to ‘speed up the process’ by rejecting myself, trying to be the world, when really you just be, as you already are, as the world also bes you. 
 

🙏🏼🤍

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Lost my bus pass the other day now I gotta go on a long walk across to the other side of the city to get it back from the transit lost and found. Thank you Source for this wonderful opportunity to go for a walk to a part of town I don’t go to often, I wonder what will be found today 🥰 

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Trying to be the Absolute when all it ‘wants’ is to be you. 
 

Both as one,

Two to none, 
The Sun reflected off the Moon,

A baby born is from it’s cocoon, 

Its hard not to smile when you know who’s Tune,
To bask is the unknown and known,

And have neither be shown, 

Just to Be,

Is to sail with an open See.

 

The winds tail,

Drifts endlessly, 

Even when it hails, 

With sharp ignorance, 

You still make sense,

Not in any tense.

 

 

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The science is looking in,

The art is Being Yourself. 
 

The Mother couldn’t be experienced in her total glory without a one to go within,

The Father wouldn’t have a one to look for if he doesn’t go out the door,

To choose a side is to miss the Eye’s total stillness,  

It isn’t a mess,

Just two sides of the same expressed, 

Looking one way the spheres collapse,

The other they expand,

But to see & be both,

Is to find footing in time’s sand. 
 

Ten thousand tears,

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Swinging by your face,

A missed sense of disgrace, 

Staying in your Place, 

The grace is tasting this very moment,

Noticing when you think you know it, 

And remaining right in the show, 

You really thought there was a way to go, 

To get to what you already have,

Gravitating to more then just two halves.

 

Don’t get distracted,

By a passed wack kid, 

Just smack by an sense of lack, 

It really wasn’t even there,

Just you standing in your own underwear, 

Well the neighbours stare,

But your glare is so tightly wone,

Around the Song of Tone, 

Listening to pure Silence,

Humility makes more sense, 

No more of these intense, 

Ups and downs of the past & future tense. 
 

 

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Knowing too much for your own good, 

Sit at settle without any should, 

No need for a technique,

You will notice that which you seek.

 

As long as you don’t leak,

Into concept,

About how you will not accept,

A way,

A say,

A clock made of clay.

 

Anyways, 

You might want to check, 

Just sit the neck, 

give yourself a sec, 

Slow down, 

No need to fill yourself to the crown, 

The cup overflows,

Then how could you drink?

When you poured the Potion down the sink? 
At least give it a taste,

Now you might not let it go to waste. 

 

 

Ten thousand tears,

One Belly Laugh.

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