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Every referred thing, whose evidence fertilises the soil, praises the fertilising goodness of its seed. Created things supported in their emergence, thriving things command the growth condition of beauty. Those
Each escape, the succumbing strength paid, truth of the escaped customer. The cliff's course in steadfastness endeavours delusion forms the direction of maturation. Respectful fulfilment leads
Each favour's instruction balances the giving with the receiving. Justice's peculiarity is the customer's dish, unfavourableness's aftermath causes a stir. Faith's manifestation of desire
Every received thing imagines itself a customer of experience. Formative appearance rejoices with the comparison of events in my own confrontation. The expression of the melancholy of forgetting seems to be affected, permeates
Every driven person, who unhinges the world with enquiring insight, forms the endurance of the purpose in the course of time of the expected. Satisfaction pours forth the joy of power
Every event, the conditionality of conformity, moulds the mature conscience. Restraining his own word, the wise course boasts in the sound of the strangely determined. The tones
That form of the ephemeral is inherent to splendour. If the polish boasts dullness in the light of the one ray, the intoxication of the contemplation of the path
Every action is based on letting. The power of touch is responsible for enriching the other, for satisfying need. That impertinence that is opposed to the having of the wanting,
The sound teaches everything that remains closed, unopened. The experience of the wise opening of that which reveals the independence of the path. That love, following the instruction, closeness
Any narrowness, whose satisfaction lies in the given, shuns the wide round. The broken wing's centre, from the beginning of time, sweeps the paths of error. Believes himself
Any impoverishment entails spiritual caution. The will to sound adorns the power to show. That desire to be received embellishes the picture's writing, skilfully
Every word of the state description is subject. Insight's pleasingness invokes the experienced, inferior to understanding. That which is technical, methodically embedded in endeavour, boasts the essence of the trick.
Subject to every act of malice, the image of love is deceptive. Dangerousness's madness leaves behind that retreat whose turning away from everything follows. The power of judgement over
Every stay of being power, the world hardly imagines itself in its own. The calls sound the prayer of compulsion, demanding the song of lament. That which achieves,
Every voice interwoven in the sound of the world. The invisibility of illusiveness, having become a renegade of its own language, imagines itself in the alien care of stolen joy. Sounds of loneliness pay tribute
All seeing is based on the senses of touch, experiencing the formality of objects. The touch perception of the state, whose durability is constantly explored. Every realisation
Every word touches the prefabricated effect of what has been learnt, the expression of little as subject. The multiplicity of what is said stands in the way of what is written, shifts the importance.
All vision requires an eye. The focussed gaze of the unrestricted senses, inferior to all distance. That superiority of sharpness is a rough blade, of cleavage
Every experience is subject to a will, the renunciation of everything old defied, whose word fell in excess. Oppression is confronted with plausibility and rebellion, every opinion is divided.
Every experience moulds the world's image. The proposal's hope flows into the endeavour's rightness, whose hearing is open. Imagines the hour of turning away from
Any shyness, the way of walking, indulged in bumpiness. Far from planning solutions, everything that controls the pace of life feels like it's in control. The equanimity of the game is gone,
Every judgement of action is subject to an entity. The operation of the forms' externality gives meaning to the other. That which elevates, realises the foreign greatness of the self, embellishes the ingredient
Every act of change is subject to development. The quicker higher of fallacy subjugates lies, putting words above ALL. That dissolution of the past hour in contemplation haste
Each abandonment of a call follows, whose senses resist stubbornly. The attempt's stance is subject to the stance's own power. That belief in the affiliation of connectedness
The beholder whose hand moves the rapture forms the end of the action. The courageous hour of power's expression confesses the sufficiency of attitude. Imagines the
Any still standing of the movement calculation imagines hidden. Stealthily awaiting the invisibility of things, the word rhymes with the strange sound of the instructor. That changing image,
Each new world, the endeavour of the great mighty, soothes all the small. Weaving the web spider around the calculus time, the world break ahead. The holes
Every exploration is subject to a question whose starting point is a limited one. The focus of the gaze is subject to the detail of wholeness in the abundance of blind spots. That assumption
Any questionability lies in the comparative. The binding of polarities goes hand in hand with the power of the page, the lost wholeness of the gaze. If what is experienced is formed in the detail of seeing
Every stitch of multiplicity faces an unfree promise. The assumption of faith refers to the old, whose aloofness from the new is misjudged. Believes itself
Every having is subject to the steadiness of the pacifying will, to the play of the many of immensity. The visually experiencing imagines itself to be a sequence of possessions. Every doing
Every traversed thing, whose old is subject to the former proof, forms the power of the circles. Observed from a distant point of view, the manufacture believes itself to be right for
Every aggravation and termination testifies to the unbearable heaviness of being on all levels. The calculation dwells in momentary memory without the dispelling thought, in constant
Every feast, whose slyness is subject to temporal justification, formed in an ancient hour, proves itself to be enduring. In transparent frugality, the completed act boasts of the foreign
Every endeavour is subject to the one course of light-heartedness. Life's colours paint the senses of experience for that which is unattainably created, whose gaze does not reach the eye.
Every attainment is subject to the unrecognising gaze, whose belonging is an enchanted one. Visibility's intolerance boasts of the insulting hour. The deed of the deed walking the
Every being of literalness imagines the distance in taking the full. The measure of alignment is based on naming, understanding and fathoming. That colourfulness of the
Each empowered one, whose space is scolded for being forbidden, boasts of silent power. The string of the path shows the way in small steps, unawares. That which is able
Every call of the unsaid words sound lingers as the sword's power over life's forlornness. The space of lies loses the view of things, the fog
Every urge to conquer the unseen constantly drives the power of the senses. Unquenchable sounds of the call, whose reason is hidden in the vastness of what was once commanded to be reached
Every pondering is subject to a darkness, aware of the corners' twists and turns. When the voice of distraction forms a sound in the essence of ignorance, the image of
Every view of the goal, embedded in externality, acts as a reference to resonance. Glory's honour matures in potency like the nature of space. If the deed
Following every endeavour to a goal, the Master's favour forms itself over the creative event. Far from the rushing sounds of other hands, the spirit's power blows through
That greyness, whose shimmer of colour fades in the richness of the ordinary, is found in its gradation of shimmer. The lustre of lustre is the customer of colour, prescribed in the
That which is embellished, whose twisting is carried through the unfolding, glorifies the hour of pain. That narrating images all encouragement calls, the wish's ear commands. Purified that
Every consideration relativity shows its introduction type. The assertion burden of proof circulates in reverse postulated as a proving assertion. The one whose confusion dwells in the believing disbelief of what is seen,
Every being is subject to showing itself, seen in the heart of the other. Colourful images, the lonely boast in the shadow of themselves, following the sideways
Every smile, whose tangibility fuels amusement at the other's being, is the deceptive hour. The richness of knowledge removes the mirror's gaze. The endeavour
Every difference in the evolved being's goodness indulges in the nimble richness. Subjected to the beauty of life, turned towards the uniqueness of the self, loses itself in the gaze
Every digging limb's power adorns itself far from wisdom, gaining all glory. Courage's reliability escapes in the chamber of the taken throne, whose faith is its own
The seriousness of age is caught in the right, the opinion unclouded. All knowledge makes use of the experienced, inferior to the treasure of richness. Surpasses the left of the
Those~ whose play rises from the masses of good judgement~ whose vision is a vastness~ whose door often remains closed due to the impenetrability of everything~ whose
Every shudder of man's chamber lies in the machinations of his hand. When the hour of truth draws near, the mind of the unintelligent flees. That penetration of the essential exhausts
Any search for attention is subject to addiction. The realm of resonance embellishes one's own image, the endeavour of poverty in the wealth of illusion. Renegade seems the one who
Every face that is constantly changing, shown in form behind formlessness. Its original, in this & that experience, silent and unchanging. Those masks of the bendable,
All desire is dispelled in the attainment of the goal. That hand whose reach is subject to the necessity of all solutions, is proud of the other's ability. If the
Every discord is subject to a deed whose idea is far from the outcome. When the hour of the pretence arrives, joy follows sorrow and sorrow follows joy in
Any notion of a false self separates itself from its counterpart as only one existing side of a whole. The interpenetration of all levels unites the inner and outer
Any celebration of the waiting obligation leads to the learnt conceptual. The coming of the game imagines itself in the changeability of everything that seems to end in
Every tangible thing finds itself at hand. That which can be grasped, whose tangibility is subject to the tangible, is unleashed in the grasped. All that is inconspicuous is next to the grasping, bound in the little
Every opinion is one, the use of which gives rise to judgement on one side or the other. The image of resistance pays tribute to unwilling subordination. Everyone's acceptance in all
All time consumes itself in the passing, heedless of the other. The taste of transience imagines itself in the symmetry of adaptation to everything that passes. The forgotten
That turning away, the charm of which is worthy of any formative being of one's own gaze, imagines itself to be at peace. Following the deep gaze beautifies this world of splendour
Each thanks gladly thought, scolded by foreign mouths. If the voice of an uprising is heard, the defence against it is formed in the course of the trial. Thinking
Every act of doing is subject to the thinking that precedes it. If the vision of experience boasts itself in the addiction of life, that planning is integrated into the action which
That call of ambush, the volume of which can only be heard softly, gives birth to itself. The drop of hope seemed exhausted in the face of the strange
That confusion, won in the power of foreign sources, springs from the sentient being. Faith clings to hope, the smith of happiness in duration honoured. Prides itself
Every attitude is moulded by the educated word. When the old voice's urge is moulded into a tone of supremacy, the being's lowliness presses into conformity
That vision, whose senses are included in the eleven, imagines perception to be vast. If the narrowness fits into what appears to be a field, the space of the game
Deprived of any presumption of courage, whose reference is to the provable. If life's maturity is thought to lie in grasping the unknown, certainty loses all acceptance. The necessities
That pretence, the acceptance of which is happiness, imagines itself in the rejection of unhappiness. Life's divorce is an end, since the beginning of unconcealment. The congeniality of the voice
Every purification, adapted to the ordered environment, forms man's contentment. That imposed happiness of dependence pays tribute to possessions, far from the audible call. The voice's favourableness falls silent
That whirlpool, whose maxims path in the torus of breadth reaches climax, pays tribute to the movement downward. Everything assumed in the course of time is subject to the sea, the current against strong
Every experience, whose shyness only allows for parts, takes place in a shared quantity. Any knowledge, whose diversity encompasses everything, expands the legacy of action. If the
Every reflection of the gaze dwells outside the realisation of glory. Recognition demands the pull of all whose word serves understanding. Ignoring everything, mind imagines
That which is perceived, subjected to self-chosen seriousness, forms the expression of the mind. Every concealment blends into life's deed, the action unadorned. Tears the rational heart,
Every attachment, whose unruliness is interwoven with heaviness, adds instruction to the forces on the path of renunciation. Keep the willing in the submissive much of the little unseen. That respect space
Every being is subject to the must, interwoven with the leading concern. Given importance to the conditions, that act of experience, the fulfilment of which is the sight of happiness, imagines itself. Demanded,
Words are like the sound of the wind: if it blows stronger, this world becomes impenetrable. Thoughts, deprived of spoken language, dwell in the intuitively feeling, far from the
Any conduciveness seeks closeness in the other. Independence of the defence of the world is incumbent on the turn. Recommending the act of foreign thinking seems useful, realisation of understanding in the
Every defence of what is revealed is subject to lasting opinion. The will's measure of action sound. That hopeful glimmer lit far away, constantly blazing for the happiness that follows
Every reality shows the appearance of the reason effect. The defence of the self, the action of the self, adds to the image of the adherent. Every action causally points the way, unchanged of the causal
Every must is subject to the precept of what has been learnt, often far removed from vision. The intuitive, whose vitality is the primordial cause of action, imagines itself to be mature in life.
Every imaginative power is subject to the undermined. The course of time's wisdom far from the focus, bears the direction of holding every change of what is seen. The power of abundance the turning away
Everything, lifted into this world as different, seems to renounce joy. Imagines a quiet hour, reveals the word gloom the apparent heaviness in
The action of driving away the long-dwelling one is integrated into the thinking of the receiving. Without ceasing the accomplished of the answer view of the remission
Everyone must use the power of others, bent in the imagination of the other. The field to be served is subject to predetermined security, shying away from unimaginability.
Dutiful to the renunciation in the nourished, hidden power unrevealed, the maturing is joined in the often suppressed sound. That being, whose word's call has that tone of coherence
The open receiving of a giving taking as well as a taking giving takes place in equal measure. Far removed from the praising, the devaluing character, the better and the better extends itself.
That renegacy of the ego, disguised in the cloak of life, is subject to constant change. No one's events lead without the mask-like gaze through the thicket of the operating
That space, abandoned in reminiscent transience, rebukes the hour of time. The gaze's steadfastness shames the lost thoughts of those impotent proofs, subject to actions. The questions
Every gift is found in the touch of mediocrity, honoured by the exchange of giving and taking. If the hour of agreement boasts, the mind imagines
Every disposition imagines the voice of emptiness, filled in the viewer's gaze. The echo of words resounds, as if there is an echo of the other to carry the
If the hour of distance seems to be approaching, the question of time leads to where it should actually go. Discretion's gaze falls on all those insights whose
Freedom is striven for and felt for the sake of the event and seemingly less for the sake of the state, but what if the fine sense of difference is a lack of freedom?
This change of a predicted new era seems to be a hot topic, chewed up on everyone's lips. Courage, subject to an increase, demands powers of sight
Does life give you more insight when it is given to you, or is death easier to die when life is taken from you? The latter seems to be the
Only that happiness manifests itself in the goodness of the fleeting moment, the expectation of which springs from nothing. If simplicity believes itself to be the virtue of the hour, this leads to
Turned round in the course of time, that retreat boasts whose senselessness resists the outside. Every pain of the silent cry drowned out, miserable in the self
The hour of untruth is far from the desire to see what is. Everything lies at the feet of the eye and yet is unrecognised. Far from the path
The powers of attack show the size of any outside. The mass structure underlies that ignorance, in learnt known happening form. That dream whose life endures all permanence,
Every experience is subject to the steadfastness of the action, fully subjected to its application. The right call outside the own way, adapting to the directional step. The
That giving, which is subject to the test of taking, errs in the belief of what is right. Following the searching call, past the fulfilment of others, close to the self. Every
Any pretence of knowing better stirs up the reputation of wisdom. Considered in completeness of the orbits deprived of meaningfulness, whose advantage is the opinion of having. Any lack
Any devotion in the touching field of melancholy beautifies the neighbour's light. If the flame ignites its distant fidelity, the call's word imagines itself safe,
Imagines the humanity of the image of another happening in the busy bustle, adds richness to the incomprehension of what is to be attained. Permission becomes sufficient, the scope of knowledge
That clarity, shown in the hour of birth, imagines the path of life. Everything seen is subject to the past, unchanging the sentient experience. The contemplation memory of the
That which is dying, whose living is long dead, waits for the uplifting meaning. The expression of congeniality is subject to the longing for fulfilment. Folly's magic little one
That mention, whose occurrence triggers the pain, is clarified in the contemplation view. If the act is rebuked by the defence against, the cycle finds
That cloudy mirror falls in the face of the beholder. Shying away from the depths of vision, only that section of the face whose beauty conceals all that is unattractive. The
That understanding of the world, whose change is opposed to containment, adds the little to the much. The space that does not understand itself imagines the incomprehensibility of the increase. The fullness of logic word
That mixing One in fugue right undermines the lurker of blindness. In the effect of the cheerfulness of thought, moderation softens the heart, adds eloquence to the
That abundance of order calls worlds, whose every claim serves fulfilment. The little puts the more to shame, the more abundance adds meaning. Anger's call the folds
Contrary to all docility, the different gives itself to the same. Every thought of better or worse joins the other's being, the self-speciality in the illusion
The will's mass endeavours that ability whose accumulation of facts touches the immeasurable. Gift of multiplicity in the developing of the turning away seems greatness. That legacy, break of the
That serving, whose doing proves itself wrong, realises the light of darkness in the limited having. Faith in the cry of discovery, begotten of the loud
The boldness of the ego confronts kindness with hatred. Every compulsion of procreation Lust of the way should desire visibility. Becoming for the sake of showing adds that look
Every beauty is subject to a resentment whose boundaries undermine the longing for satisfaction. If the other believes itself to be the other, all solidity gives way to softness, polar
Every understanding is aware of an understanding, subject to its own vastness, whose experiences form the entirety of the gaze. Believes itself to be a judgemental image in the action, empowered
𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐃𝐮 𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐭, 𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐮 𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐤𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧. 𝐄𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐳𝐮𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐠𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐜𝐡, 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐢𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐬𝐭, 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐧 𝐃𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐦 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐬𝐭
Excerpt from: 'SEEING AGAIN IN A LOUD WORLD - The finiteness of eternity' Next door were the people. They were celebrating, loudly, atmospherically, praising themselves and him. A
Blurred image of the other world adds part after part of disgust. That defence, nourished by the confession of guilt, always seeks the leading being. Any knowledge
Those places where words touch each other offer sound to the inclination. A to and fro of the inclined beautifies curiosity's own way. Empty those
The distant gaze imagines the doing while in the strange world. Word after word of procreative truth leads to the unloved. That which is unseen, hidden in the eternal
That while whose length outlasts time follows the synchronisation of itself. Every nourishing thing, on the trail of the new, sinks into the hope of becoming.
Every thought of the thought track shows how the thought track shows a thought. One track. The turning away from essentiality is followed by question after answer, in busy being
If this world always believes itself to be a world of touching encounters, of exchanging words, of doing instructions, of making love, the attitude of the being experiences itself as that of a stranger
For the reason of life's course expresses the aged times. Sufficient faith of deeds forged, lost guilty of the contrary working. Goes the patiently waiting course
Disposing piety of the contradiction game in the field of the moving tamed. Those needy image of the empowerment of the seen is incumbent, the bearer's litter dependence. Weighed in the
The power of the senses restricts the receptive, whose direction is in line with the familiar. The frame's failure of every groan testifies, whose newness of spirit's lightning testifies. The
That emergence, whose emergence finds mention of what has been experienced, pays tribute to the incalculable power. Touched by the being's faith strives for the moment's expanse in the fervent seeing. Allowing
The essence of knowledge conception grasps, excitement pore-deep. Every understanding of the unstoppable is subject to the mature view of the path. That horizon, of the turning unknown traversed, touches the gaze
The taking giving course of the giver. The redemption through the joyful return in otherness of the equalisation parable testifies. The cost of a gift is high,
The action's providence touches the senses, whose experience of extinction adds memory. Joyfulness interweaves that one-sidedness, whose pleasure quenches everyone. Gripping the possession happiness of life
Life's truth leads forgotten knowledge to the end of its grasp. The course of things seems one-way, the paths lie far in the future. Lost of all
When asked what is demanded, the misunderstood of the word finds resonance in the little seen. That unconditional comprehensibility is the basis of any simplicity, which is hardly an ingredient. Embellished
Defined word images, synonyms, histories, suggestive explanations, transferring moving images, unscripted writing, filled prodigies, preserved connections, touching exchanges, ... A crowded world trumps everywhere & on all sides with
The spirit's lightning of the word's power is subject, the offer's will in constant satisfaction. If he were to imagine himself far removed from himself in remembrance, the
BIOGRAPHY OF LIFE - Leaving a trace Falling into the depths. That language of the deaf let them be heard in the voices of the mute.
Listening to that call involves a simple ability to hear. Just as connectedness is constantly desired, the search fits into the search for wholeness.
That first hurtfulness underlies a greed of having and being, whose ceaselessness of boundaries is incalculable. The foreign good lustfully intertwined in the game of life,
The action in the endeavour of the creator completes the circles of life's work. The next follows in the wake of the one, caught in the maelstrom of the attaining goal. Interwoven
The spark's providence is revealed in the dark. That glow unrecognised in the light, it blocks the view of all that surrounds it. That place, the concession of which is freely
That illuminated corner of creativity adorns the good deed, the benefit of which boasts of being shown. With the power of thought, the old takes on a new guise, trumping the opposite
Accepting the happenings of being, settled in all that is. When the edge of dreams crumbles on the wall of the unhappened, the courage of hope vanishes. Every action to the
The call resembles the voice whose courage opposes the defence. That irrepressible, exhausted to the limits of life, reveals the way of behaviour. Divided whether
That structure which carries the destructive within itself submits to the disintegration of the rest. Everything impossible as energy prevails, incomprehensible in its entirety. The exploration
If the being's memory is embedded in the events of the past, it fuels the change in what has not happened. Completed in the old being follows the doing of that
That which is distorted, whose origin was in the poverty of the way, is forfeited in that which is commanded by error. Deprived of the habitual sense of understanding clarification, accomplished in the dead
This world is afraid of SILENCE - SILENCE IN A LOUD WORLD The peace that everyone wishes for on the outside seems to be fading away because of inner war.
Sufficiency of the gaze gives way to an abundance whose impulsiveness is inadequate to the sea of abundance. That connection conjured up in the image of the other, betraying all that is one's own. Woven in
That which is recorded is removed from visibility, whose audacity elevates itself. Hidden treasure an essentiality of distant space dwells, knowing the unravelled meaning. The permanence of maturity
The timelessness of that which surrounds the event resembles a circumambulation, lost in the vastness of the mind. That timelessness, whose sequence springs from itself, gives birth to the following action. Empowerment
Whilst peace's maturity turns life's round dance around the mind's spirit. Every intransigence runs its course outside of time, disentangled from
In life's haste of words a sorrow touches. That which moves, leaving behind the horizon of the ray in this world, seizes all the sound of expression in its
The midwifing fullness extends these worlds, incapacitated of thought. Every thought floats timelessly through the blackness of the boxes in the spinning sex, removed from the end. Interpenetration Filling
That dispersion whose countermovement is a movement away from the concentrating, seen in the turmoil of the foreign self. A larger opening section of the path pays tribute to an incomprehensibility whose
Touch touches what has been learnt. The questioner, whose answers mature timelessly against the imprints, is born close to trust. The abundance of uncertainties the reasons
The cloak falls in the search for words of favour. Those languages whose faith is stronger than the silence of nearness, whose works remain in the past like
Broken understanding touches any imagined inadequacy on that surface whose fearful behaviour runs a path of distance. That state, close to the distance, seeks only the
That moment of opening attention neither smoothes the waves of life nor does it inspire radiance. The mourner adds to the unsteadiness of being a
Every longing, driven by the wild restlessness, finds its hope in the overflow of its steadiness. The eternal search for the attainment of creation, sensing the distractions
It lands in the distance near, the end in the becoming being. Fuelling anger in the heart of longing, driven in the path of flight.
The loving heart is immortal. Healing remains closed to itself for that fear whose prohibition is opposed to love. The depth of the reason dwells in fire, whose
The escape route fuels the behaviour whose fire fuels the embers. The providence of things over the defiance of emotions for the sake of success, persisting in the old,
That equilibrium, which seems to take a little effort to achieve, is already present in all its steadiness. That crazy nature can be found in man's discovery,
The sound of answers is the distance of realities. Those questions asked include any direction whose sides ensnare the vastness of duality. Guilt and truth face each other
Imagine: Fear & anger would be tangible, as would your self-lies. Then you could hold on to them, but also let them go, like a dandelion whose umbrellas blow away,
That doing, which makes it difficult to leave, asks for the meaning of the answer. Hidden in incomprehensibility, every question finds itself running in repetition, without the courage of the cycle
The one whose questioning of meaning is subject to insufficiency finds its statement in uselessness. Subjected to insignificance, the closeness of understanding is found in distance
In one's opinion, power has always extended beyond man's hand, rising higher and higher above all his powers, thinking he can guide 'IT'.
That vision, opened by the other's view, deceives the same appearance in the limited view. The expansive joy of what is possible cuts off the senses' understanding in the
The importance of my opinion lets those words tell whose interpretation is most understandable. Every explanation leads its way to be found by the constant tangibility of things.
The extent of the currency is subject to the expression of that order whose contrariness grips the closed. That resistance openness essentially shows that attitude arises far from the usual.
That uninvited guest in the cloak of love shows up uninvited, like a thief with a warm embrace. Worth being given, people penetrate this
The right to have in the will to understand is subject to a constant round of time. That knowledge limits the littleness of the gaze, even wisdom an assumed one. The picture description miracle
Finding is insufficient in the realm of all time. The will's boundary boastingly abuts the tomorrow of yesterday, unattained by the willing. Lost in the moment's happening
That fire, whose embers kindle themselves, fuels the blazing flame in the inexorability of all endings. Subjected to wilfulness, the faith of peace rages in the
Monetarily driven life or touchingly flowing existence? The miracle of working past money. In this world, transformation and touch always seem to depend on money:
When the series of becoming joins the depths of the earth, the power seems to take a turn of being. Those circles in the world
Like the significance of the lost of an event, the gift of which is more the giving than the receiving. The trace of pain leaves behind those signs which the
The untouched question shows that boastfulness whose witness is innocence. Underlying an ambiguity, the confusion of the mind fits into the claim of other structures;
𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐏Ä𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐈𝐁𝐄 & 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐂𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 & 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 There it is, taken in the light of autumn today, that delicious fruit,
That state of the mortal dries up in the constantly temporal space of life. If attention is paid to the moments of transience, the fear of vastness stirs around
In the constancy of being, change finds its answer in the opposite. No one's space stands in defence of the image of what seems to have happened. The understanding
Every state of being a moment in a spiritualised world of the word is subject to closeness, asking for the understanding of the other. What would commonality be without the
👉𝑾𝒆𝒓 𝒘ä𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑫𝒖, 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒏 𝑫𝒖 𝒘ü𝒔𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒖 𝒃𝒊𝒔𝒕? 𝑶𝒅𝒆𝒓: 𝑫𝒂𝒔 𝑬𝒏𝒅𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒔 & 𝑾𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔 👉 𝑬𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒖𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒖 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒌𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒔𝒕 &
Like the preservation of the old, the longing for the fulfilment of the foreign gaze is repeated. Found in an appreciative word, every becoming, the aspiring being
If the words boast a statement in the value of what is spoken or written, the exchange is a desire. The there for the way is lined up image by image
The fullness of the words in explaining any belief in the right happening. That spiritual richness, the polarity on the track as well as the centre of the
The proximity loss of one's own sight testifies to the joy of understanding described. Rich in words, insightfulness is found in the narrator whose world grasps the message. The willingness to show
The faith of the exchange is based on that world whose faith is the stronger. The clarity of those paths is found in the thoughts of others, determining the course of events,
The veil's magic drawn over the individual, hardly reveals its own secrets. If many tunnels deny the image of the view, the manoeuvrable bow for denying the
The being's faith carries a strength, wounded in the process of life. That glow, whose burning blazes for the sake of blazing, stands in the
That flower, whose beauty of emergence is long in the making, is found in the searching happening of being. The taking away of the many adorns its informality, allows in the
The breadth of the wing's wingspan offers its breadth and strength, much believed by the few. Inferior to error, that faith often stems from the mind of man, whose
"Do you think there's anyone out there who gives without taking?" he asked the group. They looked down at the floor, believing
Shame of the mind's care adds to the splendour of the imposed in deception senses. All panting for glory's pride restrains the yearningly satisfied splendour of that
When fear joins the dance of life, the free spirit pays tribute to his limited respect for himself. All courage turns into suspicion, which is astounding
The lightness of feeling is unjust to its own fullness, the many is superfluous in the change of the few. Every step of the way through the mixture of manageability those
That power whose wisdom lies in the depths of the hidden, authorises itself to retreat in order to be what it is. If events overlay all this inside
That knowledge, to which every worker submits himself, is exchanged for the power of self-created progress. The round dance of the world shows itself in celebration,
When the furious storm sweeps through the land, the mind of the spirits closes all by itself. But the drive of foreign wrath is reddened by the
The language miracle takes place phrase by phrase for the pricing of a world. That change is separation of the magic sphere mirror, whose endeavour of richness involves mightiness.
Absorbed by the error of the other, physical inertia boasts of its own justification. Influenced by the power of the senses, the body's vision of sublimity is coy
Every instruction requires a mindfulness that could always be reconsidered, even returned to. If this trust is given to the view of necessity by itself, the
If the shyness of seeing is found in truthfulness, the conclusion of deception is drawn from the view of things.
The kindness of the soul of the world creates in many places a unifying structure in the material field, lifts the achieved creation of the sensuality offered for sale to the heights of glory on all sides.
Nothing is as it should be and yet is made as such. Such ignorance exists about the fact that the doing is subject to the conceived letting.
The words colour cannot always be found for the black and white of many a life. Despite the renegade nature of the shades, the light allows itself an insight into
The sparkling world is already offered in the nursery: not yet even able to see, dangling things are already hung over the human child's eye, without the gaze
𝐖𝐈𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐓 - 𝐃𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐰𝐢𝐠𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐭 Reading excerpt "... It is up to man alone to develop himself, his spirit. No entity
The clarity of a path leads through all the impassable. The other's own distance is hidden from the other's possibility. All efforts towards the common lead to the vastness
The willfulness to resist is released by itself, if it does not succeed through intellectual activity. Subject to a constant process of precisisation, events take place on that surface
Every word is subject to the mind's mould. Of reproach in the strange condemned ended sentence, Of own image unpleasantness struck, Disposes of the course way without may. It
Arriving is coming home. Where this dwells is up to the white soul, whose desire is reinforced throughout its life.
Working with hope is a fulfilling endeavour. Up to a certain point, the realisation of the much-vaunted solution. Until then, it's about pausing, enduring,
It must be clear, unambiguous, explained down to the last detail, again & again. So that it is really understood. With a dash, asterisk, full stop &
Surrounded by the image of the round dance, the alien being presents itself: surrendered, subjected to help. Each state's name divided to all recognisability, it shows itself
Any acceptance without vehement questioning is a tribute to fear. Giving in is followed by turning round in one's own circle. Waiting, self-condemnation leaves one
"What's wrong with them?" shouted the voice of a coffee shop employee between her pots and pans to the guest. 'There thinks
'Every exclusion is a path to yourself. While the others play in the meadow of illumination, the one left to himself carries the enlightenment visibly
The mass image is that old grant. A multitude is taken, to be kept and enriched. If there were an understanding that abundance neither works nor empties,
"Do something!" I can't say I wouldn't have done anything. Never. I have touched thousands with my words. It's not up to me whether
If hope's spark of emptiness is filled, the trace of the essence is found, that defence of the world shuns the lie of the human corridor.
The brazenness that pervades this world can be seen very clearly in the many individual monks who populate it. Some people have never heard of Patanjali.
Life's second is abruptly interrupted by the experiencer, whose outward journey is granted by an addition ... But as long as many a one runs away from this bursting, the
The word is the expression of the picture, one might think. So what is ever offered sticks, the stamp of the respective drawer is drawn. If one wanted to
'Released. She was startled. You came back with a large and a small cup, leaning forward a little, looking tired. Dismissive. She remembered. "You mean,
The haste of an overpowering tempo thwarts its own agility. Words are exchanged for images, reading by hearing is opposed to seeing by seeing, the
Has the world already experienced something like this? Turning away from this world leads to much deeper processes than turning towards and receiving (from whom?).
THOUGHTThe views are subject to the faithfulness of the dwelling time of brevity. Gone is that which is preserved, the holding of which implies in itself. The stream's waiting for all the next already in the
The mental powers go astray and lead to an early death. Whether slowly or quickly is up to fate. That age determines the self in the awareness of the
The shy ray of reality seeks the reality of his own opinion. Guided by the prestigious other word, he finds admiration and
Foreign stories don't help! Moreover, the abundance's weight is conjured up by the times' long abundance of spirit. The path of expression interwoven in itself, that gift is unrecognised on all sides, whose
One's power has always extended beyond man's hand, rising ever higher than all his powers, thinking to be able to guide it.
If you follow the language of my posts, it's easy to get confused about their comprehensibility. It is the expression of an artist who, as in the genre of
What loss do we actually suffer in a world in which everything is available and everyone can be? Everyone is different from everyone else,
𝐆𝐢𝐛𝐭 𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐞 𝐌ö𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐭 (𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐥ä𝐬𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐧?), 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐟ü𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐬𝐠𝐚𝐛𝐞 𝐳𝐮𝐦 𝐳.𝐁. 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐤𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐭𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞/𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞? 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅
That daily unbearable event, exposed to helplessness, is revealed in the course of time of self-moving speed. Inexorably, since time immemorial, event follows event, the
I was frightened by every strange, identical thought, while my breath flowed easily. Gratitude was taken away from every lightness, understanding from every difference. The multiplication
In a world that is still focussed on admiration and condemnation, the practice of stepping out of duality and polarity fits in. The duality of
I am a very intuitive person and don't usually think much of concepts in my own work, I 'put' my counterpart into the
Sometimes you can simply make a decision that is good for you ... Formulate an intention, let it go and then enjoy the result.
All people are stupid! - Are all people stupid? If we allow ourselves to gain an insight into another person's concerns, we experience many a meaningful aspect of their endeavours
Putting a stop to the silence That world, whose turmoil takes a normal everyday person on their very own journey, causes turmoil within and without.
What would life be without empowerment? What would mentoring be without touch? (Not physical touch, of course!) What would a transformation process be without touch?
... or have you already eaten wisdom with spoons.....? Stress is still on everyone's lips and keeps almost everyone in check:
Imagine that everything that has always been valuable to you is taken away from you: your job, your position, your brand, and ultimately possibly even your "you"... Pah: the latter, the
A time to not only open your eyes, but also to close them. It has come, that time again. What remains when
.... sympathetic, honest, emotional, genuine, demanding, sometimes crossing boundaries, looking between the lines. Some people find this irritating, as it is not a classic approach in (corporate) coaching,
Many a man had not expected to be seized by such a fire again. One that would awaken an undreamt-of strength in him and lift him out of his
Has coaching in the traditional sense had its day? I don't think that's the question. It's more a question of making a clear agreement with yourself.
How often we follow our thoughts more than is sometimes good for us. When we are together with others, it can happen that
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