You and I go way back before time was invented,
Before the before.
You and I go deep into the smallest of the small,
The very parts of the ALL.
And we are beyond the beyond,
Over the edge, over the top
Gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha
We are here and we are now
And we always was and always will be.
We are that which remains
After all else is destroyed.
We are before the beginning and after the end.
There is no place where we are not.
We are at the center
Of the vast emptiness of space
As it resides in the heart, on the end of pin.
We are without and we are within.
You look in the mirror and you see me.
I look in the mirror and I see you.
There is no space between us
Because the “us” is the grand illusion
That resolves into one.
And so, shall we play?
Martin Hunter 8/14/2011
Aug 15, 2011
Aug 15, 2011 at 3:27 PM UTC
You and I go way back before time was invented,
Before the before.
You and I go deep into the smallest of the small,
The very parts of the ALL.
And we are beyond the beyond,
Over the edge, over the top
Gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha
We are here and we are now
And we always was and always will be.
We are that which remains
After all else is destroyed.
We are before the beginning and after the end.
There is no place where we are not.
We are at the center
Of the vast emptiness of space
As it resides in the heart, on the end of pin.
We are without and we are within.
You look in the mirror and you see me.
I look in the mirror and I see you.
There is no space between us
Because the “us” is the grand illusion
That resolves into one.
And so, shall we play?
Martin Hunter 8/14/2011
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