Truism

Freedom and its expression - Love. If ever there was a muse...this is it.
If ever there was any difference between them...it is no longer apparent.

Everything is an expression of Truth. Everything a person does, believes is an expression of Truth.

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Physics doth speaketh wisely: If chaos is perceptible and ONLY it perceptible, then yes, there is chaos...BUT always there is order around it.

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This tightness in my soul I feel it pour over me.
Take it with me whereever I wander.
I am afraid.
For fear, some tell, has been the birth of me,
I am loathe to believe it...for fear is only that which fills the chasm that gave birth to it.
I am to find that which gave to the Chasm the gift of being.

It is in the unknown, I find refuge.
And yet It is that which is not beholden, which causes me discomfit.
Ephemeral it be and be described as.
Twisting out of my hand, off the cross, the idol, en masse.

But how shall it be were I to percieve such things as I imagine are my discomfort...perchance, per visio, it would not be the same. Nay, ne'er the same, without that which I need to know before them.

And yet I shake and I am nervous.
It is plain and it is artificial.
It belies itself in a poor shadow of voice and happiness.
I am weighed down by it curmudegeonly weildy.
The world though resplendent and forever true, blinds me with its truths...

It is the cure for the fakeness I want of,
the laugh that is too loud,
the smile that is too wide,
the opinion that is too emphatically stated,
the judgements that arise thusly,

how do I make myself Everyone?
How do I dissolve that which only the world retaliates with?
How do I dissolve that which the mind is wrapped around and wrests from everything?
How shall I see anything but that which separates me from the Self?
How do I rid meself of meself's wispy waif?
Of the shadows that play in the fog of the universe claiming right to exist with clamor...
Claiming individuals, Clamoring individuals, Prosthetic individuals.

How must I grow so the ends meet like an unknown epiphany?
Like the rare Super-Harmony.

I wander, with wanderlust...the pain, the anger, the meaningless rain cloud above me.
And I know not wherefrom the angst rides to my hearth,
And yet it is this despondency whence that wealth that is the Song Celestial was begotten...perhaps it is my turn and I, though I am not as worthy as Parthsarthi, am as deserving as him!

So it shall be that which I cannot deny shall come to pass.
Because Time the great deciever and illusionist...has powers that reveal.
And with silence I shall keep my secret alive, until it meets its Maker and be profound with That.

In Its muse is forever my light suffused.
For it my being swells and fills.
Desires it abounds in...forgetting the passions of the mind are those that tie-me-up and tie-me-down.
Forgetting it is that which brokers my freedom, which is raring to be known.
Roaring to be found!

I flee from the transcendent, trying to know the transcendent, beyond which lies that which cannot be described by thought nor feelings...ne'er fluffy words.

Beyond which even the Soul fails to capture meaning, beyond which lie the cageless Birds - only being, only thus they BE.

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Have no fear...what do you have apprehension for? It is all for your benefit...all of it! So enjoy it! Realize it! Play it! Become it! Know it in everything! Know it in every word that is dealt, know it in every peaceful moment that is meant. Know it in chaos and love alike, as you shall know it in sadness and harmony. Know that it has become the cornerstone for deeper and deeper knoweledge, that which you give the name of fear is really curiosity at its height. That which you sense as apprehension is really the Adventure about to begin! And Thus Know the Fear...for it is the harbringer of mighty fields of joy!

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'The best way to get rid of disease is to keep it company.' - CHU FEN DO

For only in this benign thought shall you find the deepest sense...