like robots clothed in meat, we march to the beat of unheard drums. a silent pulse that breaths our every cell. inoculated with culture and ignorance, we traipse across the matrix of our arising and ignore the fact of our eminent dissolution, unawares of the substratum of all experience, consciousness. the vacuum of our disappearance leaves swirling eddies of memories in the minds of the beloved as they clutch at the decaying memorabilia of our existence as the spirit that moves the waters moves their own wave closer to their destiny with the sands of time. All is lost but the fathomless ocean from which it all arose. Tat Tvam Asi.
Posted on: Mon, 30 Sep 2013 01:43:08 +0000
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