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Carried away by the ripple of time, on the enigmatic canvas of space, our deluded mind, feels within a chime, signalling presence has no goals to chase. Déjà vu tells us time does not exist and formless awareness as our essence, becomes the truth, when silence we enlist, revealing God’s light as our quintessence. As scriptures say, when our eye be single, here and now we become the all that is, delighting as polarities mingle, holding firm sconce of love in vibrant bliss. Simply watching each thought ego begot, poised thus in silence, we become self-taught.

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Date: 12/6/2023 5:41:00 AM
The power of silence. Very well written. :)
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Date: 12/6/2023 5:43:00 AM
Thank you, Heidi
Date: 12/6/2023 5:09:00 AM
I'm in awe of your both your wisdom and your creative talent. You've worked hard to become 'enlightened.' Your efforts flow in your words and artistic voice. I agree. Déjà vu tells us time does not exist as do our nighttime dreams, where I feel the soul sends my conscious mind symbolic messages. Clearly, you've become self taught...and I respect & admire your doing so. Faving this one as well. Have a splendid day, Sara
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Date: 12/6/2023 5:20:00 AM
Thank you, Sara. Whatever realisations come our way are not account of effort* (*effort is doership, hence egoic and flawed) but surrender, embracing silence in agendaless vibrance.

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