There is no unity. No focus, none. I am undone. No boundaries around my consciousness. Free floating.
And yet, I find words.
Several times per hour. Several times per minute. I open inside to the bliss, the expanding place of sacred trust inside. Dare I say it?
It is always there when I reach for it. Then, bliss. Head falling forward, spontaneous meditation.
The play is made of fading, transparent movements on the walls of my consciousness. Thinking I am interacting with that is unhappy delusion and empty frustration.
I am this place inside. I am alone. I am One.
I have chosen. No going back.
I am yours, dearest, sweetest Lord Krishna.
And yet, I find words.
Several times per hour. Several times per minute. I open inside to the bliss, the expanding place of sacred trust inside. Dare I say it?
It is always there when I reach for it. Then, bliss. Head falling forward, spontaneous meditation.
The play is made of fading, transparent movements on the walls of my consciousness. Thinking I am interacting with that is unhappy delusion and empty frustration.
I am this place inside. I am alone. I am One.
I have chosen. No going back.
I am yours, dearest, sweetest Lord Krishna.
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| Hare Krishna . Hare Krishna . Krishna Krishna . Hare Hare |
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