Once Upon A Time.

There were some Clay Pots.

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One knew It was Clay.

One thought It was A Pot.

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One was Broken.

One was Beautifully Formed and Patterned.

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One kept saying “Hey Dudes, We’re all Clay!”.

One said “WTF, We’re Pots Dude!”.

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One just sat there quietly.

Being A Clay Pot.

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And They All Lived Happily Ever After.

You couldn’t.

Possibly.

Be.

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Any closer to God.

Every.

Single.

Thought.

Is A Natural Happening.

No matter the Shade.

No matter the Colour.

No matter the Content.

Every.

Single.

Thought.

There’s a Body functioning.

There’s a Brain functioning.

That’s it.

There isn’t someone inside Them.

Doing It.

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There’s just The Happening Of Everything.

Without someone making It Happen.

Shiva.

Drives The Trishul.

Into The Head.

Splitting The Skull.

Fragments Exploding.

Flying.

Turning to Nothing.

All Is Obliterated.

In A Blinding Flash.

Of Holy Light.

Brighter Than A Million Suns.

More Radiant Than A Million Million Suns.

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Om Namah Shivaya.

Peace In Everything.

Everything As It Is.

In This Moment.

An Ancient Wind.

Roars Through The Soul.

Touching All That Is.

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You could say.

The Sun is like Self, True Nature or Source.

The Ocean is like Body.

The Clouds are like Mind, Thought Process, or Brain Activity.

The Sky is like Consciousness.

You could say what you like.

Call it what you want.

But it is One Happening.

Undivided.

Everything flowing from Source.

Nothing but Source.

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There is no right answer.

There is no wrong answer.

There is no right way to be.

There is no wrong way to be.

There is only Everything.

We are All.

Snowflakes.

Dancing in The Breeze.

To An Ancient Song.

Silent.

Older than The Universe.

for M.