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Is this a poem, I don’t know? It is a statement, it is a confession it is an explanation of wonder, of a realization of self, of the concept of being, of awakening in the morning feeling that you are the universe, that the universe is in you, felt by you, controlled by you, that nothing else exists but you, and if it does exist, it is detached and some how unknown to you.. It is a rare moment that is beyond description, beyond words ability to elucidate and can only be shared. It is a feeling that exists only in infinity, in that place beyond time that just is, without limit or boundaries, a drifting place, just drifting. I can’t really illustrate the moment for you. It’s an individual realization beyond experience. You will know it when it happens. It is fleeting and you must grasp it. It is the existence of the soul and it’s place in infinity and the enlightenment that you just, “ are “.
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May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 9:14 PM UTC
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Is this a poem, I don’t know? It is a statement, it is a confession it is an explanation of wonder, of a realization of self, of the concept of being, of awakening in the morning feeling that you are the universe, that the universe is in you, felt by you, controlled by you, that nothing else exists but you, and if it does exist, it is detached and some how unknown to you.. It is a rare moment that is beyond description, beyond words ability to elucidate and can only be shared. It is a feeling that exists only in infinity, in that place beyond time that just is, without limit or boundaries, a drifting place, just drifting. I can’t really illustrate the moment for you. It’s an individual realization beyond experience. You will know it when it happens. It is fleeting and you must grasp it. It is the existence of the soul and it’s place in infinity and the enlightenment that you just, “ are “.
Awareness of life
anvillan
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May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 9:14 PM UTC
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