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this thusness
is the body of beingness
yours, mine, and all the appearances taking the verb
‘to be’
it never moves yet it contains all that changes
have you found that which never changes?
that which never moves?
that which never knows, labels or holds a belief about anything?
find that – it’s closer than your next thought
and Totality will at last embrace ITself
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what if the little verb ‘to be’
woke up one fine morning
and realized that it was a homeless orphan?
what if its job description had been
modified overnight without consultation?
what if it was now relieved from its
personal applications, redundant,
only useful as a conventional
figure of speech?
no one to be asleep
no one to be wakened
no world to be an illusion
no void to be empty
no emptiness to be filled
no form to be found
no happiness to be chased
no suffering to be escaped
no purpose to be discovered
no meaning to be understood
what a shock that would be for a very busy ‘be’
after a lifetime of endlessly and earnestly
running around doing its determined duties
and always avoiding that inevitable destiny
of coming to a halt and remembering
how to simply be
recovery would take a while
but it too would come to pass as effortlessly
as bloom those flowers
that neither spin nor sew
oh the delight of a ‘be’ set free!
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