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In honor of a poem I read once only in Boston in 1978 and never saw again...
Here I sit.
People going to and fro.
They think I am a fool.
But here I am fed from the Divine.
Here I sit.
People walking past.
Thinking I am lost.
But here I stay
Nursed at the breast of the Divine.
People talking and looking
Thinking I am to be pitied.
But here I am nurtured by the Divine One.
Here I sit.
With people walking to and fro.
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.*I'll text in Navy Blue when I'm speaking as a Mod. :)
Prepare yourself for the coming astral journey of death by daily riding in the balloon of God-perception.
Through delusion you are perceiving yourself as a bundle of flesh and bones, which at best is a nest of troubles.
Meditate unceasingly, that you may quickly behold yourself as the Infinite Essence, free from every form of misery. ~Paramahansa's Guru's Guru.
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