Life.
Is a Mixed Bag.
Of Pleasure and Pain.
There is no escaping It.
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Happening for nobody.
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Happening for Life Itself.
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There is nobody.
Behind this Pleasure.
Behind this Pain.
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Only Life Itself.
Life Itself.
Pleasure And Pain
Author: Adam T.
This….Is….It
There is nowhere else to get to.
Because.
THIS….IS….IT!
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The Everyday Simplicity.
And Infinite Complexity.
Of This Moment.
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The Moon.
Reflected.
In a Bucket of Water.
Drugs
This is All That Is.
This is singing Mantras in a Holy Cave.
This is doing Drugs in a Dark Alleyway.
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There is no separate doer.
Not anywhere.
Ice
The Dragon.
And the Lizard.
Were continuously arguing.
Who was better.
Who was stronger.
Who was cleverer.
Not realising.
They were both.
Ice.
The Cat
The Cat.
Is That.
You are That.
The Cat.
May never realise.
The Cat.
Is That.
But still.
The Cat.
Is That.
You are That.
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You do not have to know.
What You are.
To be what You are.
That Place
That Place.
Where all Human Emotions.
Are OK.
It’s Here.
The Divine
Whether You find Yourself.
Reciting Spiritual Mantras.
Or kicking Someone’s Head in.
You are.
The Divine.
Stars
The Stars are out.
On this beautiful Night.
I do not exist separately.
From these beautiful Stars.
We are one Happening.
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There is only This Happening.
The Expression Of Love
Everything is.
The Expression of Love.
Breakfast
Bird sings.
Breakfast is eaten.
