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there is a glory of the Body when body dies to itself, frees from itself and becomes one with the body next to it with all living beings in the world there is a rapture of the Mind when mind dies to itself, frees from itself and becomes one with the space between two thoughts - silence, awareness, emptiness there is a brightness of the Soul when soul dies to itself, frees from itself and senses its breath flowing through each movement of air there is a sparkle of Sun in everything endless dance of time and space continuously dying and continuously recreating themselves and all the worlds within. The Sage: You are aiming consciousness at itself, there is no center in your poems. Mira: Wherever you read them from, is a temporary center. |