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A little rant I wrote
taiyaki
Veteran
This, this, this moment is the great death. The conclusion is this, this, and this! Recognize, see, don't recall, don't remember. Just this is the great finish!
Here we can hear the wind making love to the trees. Here the birds sing to their own song.
Here is where the heart screams! In joy! In fear! In longing!
Here is where movement meets movement. An infinite dance of one lover meeting another lover.
All the stories, all the thoughts they are all this, this, this.
And watch how your whole life becomes traceless, traceless, traceless.
A sound here, gone. A moment here, gone.
Memory persists and we fail to see the kingdom in this moments great death.
When you hear a deeper call then recognize that this is it, just this, just this and nothing more.
Here we can hear the wind making love to the trees. Here the birds sing to their own song.
Here is where the heart screams! In joy! In fear! In longing!
Here is where movement meets movement. An infinite dance of one lover meeting another lover.
All the stories, all the thoughts they are all this, this, this.
And watch how your whole life becomes traceless, traceless, traceless.
A sound here, gone. A moment here, gone.
Memory persists and we fail to see the kingdom in this moments great death.
When you hear a deeper call then recognize that this is it, just this, just this and nothing more.
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