The Mirage of Separation

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There was life can I live with the question the great understanding time is not you say the journey needs time we're invited to sit at the king's table on hearing the fish in the water the sunlight cannot penetrate through to see the orchid Proprietor: Can I help you? the ego seems to take on the little I that has taken what you really desire is me desire is a black hole when you've gone to the bring back your centre of gravity why do we impose when you take yourself when you use the word I pure subjectivity form is an expression of the formless. After eliminating each layer in the Self the scent of the rose meditation there is not volition is the devil your compassion for the world is admirable fighting the ego is a great battle the ego is as sticky as glue the winds of thought not the faintest whiff of objectivity There was once a fish called Agonda There was once a king called Alexi, who on you know the world around you it is ignorance to know the tree you can touch don't try to be aware it's before you see the concept is an abstraction the ego is a prison the ego is like the devil the sky is deep blue. The sun shinesdon't stoke up the fire that whole tale of a me eternity is in this moment discover what is not born why not stand aside if you know whilst dreaming don't wait to become perfect why this waiting love's look is indiscriminate this one sees and hears only itself at the moment of death there is no security in a me here is the invitation death, go deep within there is no path to take you sit in the Self gold is shaped into many ornaments when you are one of the branches of the tree you cannot become other than you are that which is nameless and formless. In the direct approachfor the divine to enter People spend a lifetime trying to control the mind, but to what purpose? The controller with its agenda of controlling only reinforces the centre, the I-image, that which it is trying to free itself from. there are many techniques I keep myself veiled I'm there between each breath don't take the in-breath though it's remarkably close sweep out the last dust of volition there comes a time karma is for him who remove everything in the midst of a chaotic world what is there before the thought oceans no hold. Forest fires cannot burn itthe temple of nothingness when we reach the end of our lives all that is acquired what is this me not a journey for the faint-hearted it is this, here, now have you noticed when there is a glimpse in the moment there is no space the dark muddy river the greatest joy is to be silence, stillness nothing has ever been held back after a lifetime knowledge brings innocence it is born and then dies who am I here, if there can be a here be detached from the world stack the funeral pyre high joy needs no cause or excuse.