Division feeds division. Political salvation is the last
refuge of conditioning, and rightfully so.
Only love sees through that monster—there is no right or wrong in the Heart of Tao.
There's only Self-awareness.
The mirror needing cleaning is not the mirror, grasshopper. After lightning sounds thunder. After thunder babbles crickets.
When the fourth wall is broken through, the other three
become paradoxical, poetic, and light.
It was Nixon's resignation party. Jackie Wilson said. This
Great Intent is coursing through me. I'm in Heaven when She Smiles.
Tonight the picture window reflects the room around me. The screens on each side are open to the night. Listen, I smell the rain!
Tonight the picture window reflects the room around me. The screens on each side are open to the night. Listen, I smell the rain!
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