WALK A WAY
WE CAN GO... HIGHER. HIGHER.
Last night my teacher taught me the lesson of poverty: Having nothing and wanting nothing.
- Rumi
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One year ago I was standing in the front of life and death falling over the edge of unknown, about to merge with something that I can only describe as divine stream of love. It is difficult and actually not possible to turn that into words but since that, nothing has ever been the same. Life as I knew has been shattered into pieces which I am still collecting to this day and along with the idea of what life is and who am I, it also wiped and juggled everything I knew and could hold on to.
You cannot escape into meditation or come back into something. Whatever is, it is. You cannot escape what is, because then, that is what is. If you are escaping, this is what is. If you are not escaping, that is what is. Whatever you do or do not, that is what is. You cannot lost it because it always is and you cannot find it because it is always. There is nothing to do. Only being.
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