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Humbleservant
I channel, not any particular being but being itself. A child when born is a perfect little creature yet covered in unsightly fluids. Similarly, perfection must pass through my unconscious and be marked with it, and born into this world of language.
Perfection Superimposed with self-perpetuating pollution But being sustains all and won't mourn its loss Clear as the sky Untaintable Delicious Home Forever I am The end is just the beginning Shedding limitations In spring reborn A heart of immense power Cares for all No longer infected by the sick For illness is a choiceless choice That needs no cure This is the good news Rejoice
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Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC
Is
A feast awaits, yet we live off crumbs A feast of the soul that is For anyone who thinks their birthright is material has been blinded by the blind teachers What is good fortune compared to a mother And What is a mother compared to her embrace And What is her embrace compared to embracing all that is But this blindness is willful Open the eyes that open the heart and realise the world The space will fire up your heart like a furnace Infinity, localised
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Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 8:51 AM UTC
A Feast Awaits