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***the vine a new name coloring I am.. the shepherd is now the vine the hired hand the branches.. the colors change but I am..our identity..remains.. branches express the separation which we all experience.. we live in what seems as a subject-object world.. as branches we seek the vine unaware that we already are the vine..! then it happens in a moment as the seeking wearies our false identity as branches is burned..at last revealing: I am the vine..and the fruits of joy burst forth...***
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC
burning branches
***the vine a new name coloring I am.. the shepherd is now the vine the hired hand the branches.. the colors change but I am..our identity..remains.. branches express the separation which we all experience.. we live in what seems as a subject-object world.. as branches we seek the vine unaware that we already are the vine..! then it happens in a moment as the seeking wearies our false identity as branches is burned..at last revealing: I am the vine..and the fruits of joy burst forth...***
see John: 15
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC
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