Wednesday, February 4, 2009
WORLD
The intellect is discarded at the entrance to this mysterious world. The mind dissolves in the breath and breath subsides. Die for an instant. Step outside the house of your house. Step outside the world; beyond mystery. Connect to the infinite. Feel the thread, then the weave, then the texture, then the sound--then make manifest all that your heart expresses. Be that full then EMPTY INTO the pattern of the fabric that you have become. It's your world. It's your world too.
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