Preserving diversity Vitality
That greyish, whose shimmer of colour fades in the richness of the ordinary, finds itself shimmering in its gradation. The lustre's obedience imagines itself the customer of colouring, prescribed in the commanded. Every loss of one's own vigour recalls those moments of what once was. Reputation's fallibility dreams up the paints of the past in the splendour of its own permanence. That tone whose [...]
The seeker's opinion
That which is embellished, whose twisting is carried through the unfolding, glorifies the hour of pain. The narrating images call all encouragement, commanding the ear of desire. Purified, the tearful wet dries in the word of the other, the path becomes visible in the path of the developing. The silence of listening sounds through its own passage, the listener alienates himself from the sound of all [...]
The false name cover
Every smile, whose tangibility fuels amusement at the other's being, is the deceptive hour. The richness of knowledge removes the mirror's gaze. Striving's mightiness separates the countability of the individual from the unity of the masses. That lie whose revelation in the light adorns the false name, whose veil in possession's power covers a better. Fairness's providence [...]
The lustful rogue
The seriousness of age is caught in the right, the opinion unclouded. All knowledge makes use of experience, inferior to the treasure of richness. The left surpasses the image of the other side, far from what has been and what is, the centre of the lemniscate joins the momentary. Far from every word's reason, the mischievousness of wisdom realises being, destroying all use. That foreboding [...]
The self's free-willing end/t-masking - An invitation
Those,~ whose play rises from the masses of good judgement~ whose vision is a vastness~ whose door often remains closed because of the impenetrability of everything~ whose mind's reaction to sensations is fierce on all sides~ whose abstinence is the only endurable one~ whose endurance is close to confusion~ whose image of truth seeks answers to questions~ whose mask is unconditional [...].
Passion presses wisdom
All desire is dispelled in the attainment of the goal. That hand whose reach is subject to the necessity of all solutions, is the one that is proud of the other's ability. If the turning away from the familiar, far from the receiving modality, there is no getting at all. All having imagines itself to be and become, healing is only formed by the desire of the spirit. The message call is [...]
Slowing down Patience matures Remorse
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 on the timeline of the moment. That moment, removed from the mentally possible shift, in the timeless being, dwells without wanting to reach it. All pausing prides itself on missing the path of every necessity.
Respect avoids self-evidence
Every attitude adds through the educated word. When the old voice's urge is moulded into a tone of supremacy, the lowliness of the being presses into the limb of adaptation. That reaction, the responsibility for the good of the self unused, closes itself to the neighbour. Finding the space of respect Self's nearness thwarts all exaltation. Elevation in deep gratitude to that self-evidence whose [...]
Silence empties the senses
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 glory of necessity craves the power of permanence, subject to visibility. That event, the trust of the imagined being, merges with the inspired intuitive. Every judgement deceives the image of the sense. The inner and [...]
Silence displaces sound
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 of conduciveness falls silent in the mass of the must of apparent contentment. If the spell of loss takes hold, the boat of possession capsizes in the harbour of constant decay. That sound, whose echo was heard at the beginning of the journey, moulded [...]
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