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The bastion crumbles

As we be steered inexorably towards reality of our being the illusions we held on to slowly begin disintegrating Even though we do recognise all manifestation as ephemeral old habits rooted in stagnation causes contraction agitational Attachments begetting clinging hoping to dwell longer in illusion a tale of suffering self inflicted resolved in stillness of meditation Even as the pendulum swings flow of our attention rudderless we may centre our presence tranquil in vibrant blissfulness All we do is to remain in surrender moment by moment in the flow letting go of each life offering in humble silence & stillness slow 23-September-2020

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