In realms of thought where mind doth reign supreme, Before the world of form takes shape and hue, A silent whisper, like a fleeting dream, Unfolds the tapestry of what is true. In quantum realms where possibilities teem, The conscious mind selects which path to deem, A choice that shapes the fabric of the dream, And brings forth worlds from out the unseen stream. Thus, in the East and West, a truth we find, That mind and matter are forever twined, The inner eye, the outer world aligned, In mystic union, perfectly designed. For in the depths of being, we perceive, The unity that mind and matter weave. (llm/grok)
A new bounty is being offered for those who undertake a meditation exercise at dawn. This is offered as part of our programme to encourage all sentient beings to attain to the summum bonum, true wisdom and perfect happiness, to be found in liberation from ignorance and delusion. #bobdubbloon #MTGC
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As if sent by a curse, it drops on us— aging. The body seems other, though it’s still the same one. I’m still here & have never been absent from it, but I remember myself as if somebody else....
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“We are full of ghosts and spirits; we are as grave-yards full of buried dead, that start to life before us. And all our dead sires, verily, are in us; that is their immortality. From sire to son, we go on multiplying corpses in ourselves; for all of which, are resurrections. Every thought’s a soul of some past poet, hero, sage. We are fuller than a city.” —Herman Melville
