Watching thoughts pass by,like water flowing down.
Tasting the essence of them,
and finding only One Taste.
When you can do that my friend,
then you are about to vanish.
When you can do that brother,
then you can call me by my name.
Flowing, flowing, flowing;
luminous emptiness.
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A spark of the future shining in the past, so when the future becomes now, it all makes perfecte sense. Beyond time
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