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Walking tops of mountains seems simple when all rests in relativity The realization that SPACE is only the relationship between FORM. no shadows without sun. stars shine the same sting. Ink without paper. .and therein lies the answer. Your heart is beating. Your heart is not beating. On top of the mountain the yogis slur is trance Sanskrit. Like oceans they reside sunken in temples the waves of their drone pulsating. the incense is strong and still it is floating away. Their words for today and tomorrow are the same. Hands touching hands now, do you feel that? Something MORE! overlapping folding over and then BLOSSOM color and light leap from shadows! Your heart is beating. Now the pulling apart. Silence. Cold. Illusion. An enigma froze in a shocking static. Your heart is not beating. Brahma! Vishnu! Shiva! There is only one.
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Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 4:28 AM UTC
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Walking tops of mountains seems simple when all rests in relativity The realization that SPACE is only the relationship between FORM. no shadows without sun. stars shine the same sting. Ink without paper. .and therein lies the answer. Your heart is beating. Your heart is not beating. On top of the mountain the yogis slur is trance Sanskrit. Like oceans they reside sunken in temples the waves of their drone pulsating. the incense is strong and still it is floating away. Their words for today and tomorrow are the same. Hands touching hands now, do you feel that? Something MORE! overlapping folding over and then BLOSSOM color and light leap from shadows! Your heart is beating. Now the pulling apart. Silence. Cold. Illusion. An enigma froze in a shocking static. Your heart is not beating. Brahma! Vishnu! Shiva! There is only one.
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Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 4:28 AM UTC
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