There is so wound to heal, No pain to sooth,
No experience to understand
No concept to learn
No yoga to practice
No foods to eat
No mantras to chant
No journey to take.....
Each of these paths walks you away from Self,
Entangles you in the stuff of mind that pulsates through the mind stuff of all the fables through all time.
Come, come Be Still in the noise of the illusion you call me, in all it's wrappings.
Come, come Be Still, Here I Am
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