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The true artist does not paint pictures, the true artists lends themselves to be and become a paintbrush in the mysterious hand of life. The true musician does not play an instrument but allows that self to be an instrument played by the breathing space that encircles all things. In this way my darling there is nothing you need to do, or seek, or find, or become. No fireworks, no flashing lights, no grand awakening to understand that you are not creative, you are creation. In this way my darling, wisdom is the opening into that very vastness, to be contained by that which has no edge, and there find, there is no center. It is to contemplate the Great Mystery, and at the same time find the Great Mystery contemplating you.
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Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 11:57 PM UTC
The Great Mystery
Run after yourself. Chase your own tail. Catch that which cannot be caught. Turn towards your own self, and find that which does not turn.  When will you see the walls you ***** around your own heart keep you imprisoned  captive by belief?  In setting the mind free the heart soars.  When the heart soars there are no use for walls.  What mast can I cast  a rope towards  to open the sails in a windless sea? To what dock can I stop and secure a ship  that is in the middle  of the ocean?  What ground can I lay foot on when everything is shimmering beneath me?  This mind is like a bird without branch to rest.  Where then does one  take refuge?
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Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 11:56 PM UTC
Refuge