.....and the swirling indefinable ineffable uncaused centerless sublime edgelessness ......infinitely varied .....without purpose..... Is named Lines are created ....sides are taken..... battles are fought ....,won and lost ..... And yet the wordless word is always on ....untouched Its never really caught by imaginary lines ..... the flowingness is never sliced into separate bits And in trying to understand it we try to cut it into pieces so we can eat it bit by bite........ Self is the longing for permanence And there is none...... How we tried to hold on To nothing...... .....and we discover that the lines we were trying to escape.....are the only place we exist ....and the most marvelous gift life could offer ....and knowing that we know this is even more wondrous....
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 15:06:32 +0000
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