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For my son Kamil Waiting for the highest level of initiation I was looking at small regular things. I know, it’s doesn’t matter: how things show up. You have to climb up to illumination… Then You find yourself Inside. Then Big Silence comes to you, Bringing total concentration. Easy to recognize, because When You there, no questions To answer… There is no need. Meantime I smoke a cigar, And whisper for the small thing: Just to begin meditation, After fulfilling my stomach, And have a nice coffee… Leonard Gorski Copyright © 2006
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC
Waiting For
For my son Kamil Waiting for the highest level of initiation I was looking at small regular things. I know, it’s doesn’t matter: how things show up. You have to climb up to illumination… Then You find yourself Inside. Then Big Silence comes to you, Bringing total concentration. Easy to recognize, because When You there, no questions To answer… There is no need. Meantime I smoke a cigar, And whisper for the small thing: Just to begin meditation, After fulfilling my stomach, And have a nice coffee… Leonard Gorski Copyright © 2006
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Sep 19, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC
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