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Question

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In the journey of freeing the mind

One must not only question frequently

Actions and beliefs one disagrees with

But

Most

Often

These ideas one does

Agree with.

Deeper and deeper we must go into self

To see truth beyond the truths imprinted within without question.

Stillness.

Thought

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Take a step;

Now stand still

And feel the power you have

Being present in the moment

To create your next move.

Oh the things one sees when

We simply choose to observe

Without attachment to

What is deemed right or wrong in the

Eyes

Of earthlings grounded

In thought by gravity alone.

Being

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No one speaks the truth

It is a knowing,

This a silence flowing and waiting for one to enter and submerge.

Beckoning.

Welcoming;

Releasing all to welcome all.

Truth is in the being not the speaking,

Listen.

Love. Stillness.

Shed what is known, therein lies what is.

Truth is merely a word created to capture and cage concrete reality which cannot

be held.

Thought is fluid.

Blindness

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Tearing our own eyes out

To avoid the truth.

Stumbling and fumbling,

Grabbing anything we can out of desperation Including others as we fall to the ground.

Fear.

And the truth is still there

No matter that we choose to believe

Someone has blinded us.

We are allowing it of our own free will.