Know the world in yourself. Never look for yourself in the world, for this would be to project your illusion.
Ra the strident sun is walking through a field of stars. The beautiful one is singing in two halves of the sky. A child speaks. An old man nods and dreams.
Ra the strident sun is walking through a field of stars. The beautiful one is singing in two halves of the sky. A child speaks. An old man nods and dreams.
he past has been rolled into a scroll I shall not see again. The eye of the hawk is unblinking. Open. Shut. Perfect.
Beings
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