A wide open space, before mind,before time,before,before & before that,wich leaves us...not even a speck of dust.
Yet,in that elevenfold hollowedness of nada,somewhere,someone is communicating,exchanging brilliant thoughts & ideas,with the extraordinary quality of altering perception of worldly matters as is.
Someone, who`s existence, unbound by material affairs,is free to explore the endless depths of the universe, without a single movement of bodily hairs.
A name, would only be a bondage, of such and such,because & therefore.
So, nameless is he, who`s body is fruitful earth,breathing air,flowing waters,fire & burning flame.
Yet,known amongst those who`s minds have merged with the All,who`s greatness is such
that none may speak of it,lest they be so ordained.
There are certain symbols,certain combinations of words,&
sometimes, that wich is spoken of,murmured in dark alleys,or sweetly sung about,have messages, wich are, beyond the reach of understanding,yet wich accumulates within the maturing personality,& emerges, in time,with subtleness,until one`s understanding is such & so that it encompasses more than previously accustomed to.
But-But-But, not All the time.
Be cautious therefore,& when.But also,let go of thine urges to dwell with cryptic syllabolism,& the fancy waving about of hands.There are signs & then there are signs.He who`s eyes are kept awakened, before the thrones,shalt inherit the kingdom through his eyes & be a rich man in the streets,in deep wild forests & even when, upon crossing the great sea in a small boat,benevolent forces of the wind,will surely carry him safely home in loving arms.
For is it not written,or perhaps it was spoken aloud in a crowd of people;"that, he, who`s tounge, slippeth not from his mouth,upon being seduced by the idle,shall be gladdened thereof & thereby,inviting the good lord of miracles to pay a visit in the hour of hours with that beautiful dog,who`s name is dearest".?
Or was it but a whisper of the wind, from a dream beyond the reaches of time?
Those who say they know,hath not yet appeared
& those who know,sayeth it not,& have shut themselves up in the infamous fortress of silence.
But,somewhat hidden amongst soothsayers & claimers of great wisdom,
there are those who know,not knowing that they know,yet speaketh with the tounge & with the mind of someone who`s name is everything & who`s spirit is Love.
There are certain symbols,certain combinations of words,&
sometimes, that wich is spoken of,murmured in dark alleys,or sweetly sung about,have messages, wich are, beyond the reach of understanding,yet wich accumulates within the maturing personality,& emerges, in time,with subtleness,until one`s understanding is such & so that it encompasses more than previously accustomed to.
But-But-But, not All the time.
Be cautious therefore,& when.But also,let go of thine urges to dwell with cryptic syllabolism,& the fancy waving about of hands.There are signs & then there are signs.He who`s eyes are kept awakened, before the thrones,shalt inherit the kingdom through his eyes & be a rich man in the streets,in deep wild forests & even when, upon crossing the great sea in a small boat,benevolent forces of the wind,will surely carry him safely home in loving arms.
For is it not written,or perhaps it was spoken aloud in a crowd of people;"that, he, who`s tounge, slippeth not from his mouth,upon being seduced by the idle,shall be gladdened thereof & thereby,inviting the good lord of miracles to pay a visit in the hour of hours with that beautiful dog,who`s name is dearest".?
Or was it but a whisper of the wind, from a dream beyond the reaches of time?
Those who say they know,hath not yet appeared
& those who know,sayeth it not,& have shut themselves up in the infamous fortress of silence.
But,somewhat hidden amongst soothsayers & claimers of great wisdom,
there are those who know,not knowing that they know,yet speaketh with the tounge & with the mind of someone who`s name is everything & who`s spirit is Love.
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