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Lying In Bed In Truth I lie in bed. I look down at this body. Mine. Not very interesting. I wish to feel the single this. Aloneness. Thingness. Separated and detached, No past which wants to show itself; Just now. Alone but not a lonely I, For as a Buber labeled it, An I and Thou, All others also I and Thou Surrounding and surrounded by… Monads all. Single souls. Working on and out the hole And whole of this existence. Fingers typing, Eyes a-skyping Mind hard to describe Where is it? What’s it doing? All and nothing.   What’s it want? A knowing all integrally, Organically, Unseparate yet separated. This is mysticism underrated In a nutshell. Lying In Bed In Truth 3.12.2018 Nature of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality; To The Child Mystic II; Arlene Corwin
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Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 4:18 PM UTC
Lying In Bed In Truth
Lying In Bed In Truth I lie in bed. I look down at this body. Mine. Not very interesting. I wish to feel the single this. Aloneness. Thingness. Separated and detached, No past which wants to show itself; Just now. Alone but not a lonely I, For as a Buber labeled it, An I and Thou, All others also I and Thou Surrounding and surrounded by… Monads all. Single souls. Working on and out the hole And whole of this existence. Fingers typing, Eyes a-skyping Mind hard to describe Where is it? What’s it doing? All and nothing.   What’s it want? A knowing all integrally, Organically, Unseparate yet separated. This is mysticism underrated In a nutshell. Lying In Bed In Truth 3.12.2018 Nature of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality; To The Child Mystic II; Arlene Corwin
the mystic side of existence.
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arlene-corwin
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 4:18 PM UTC
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