My "feelings" are that we are reaching beyond the past and the future into the SPACE where all potentials exist and within that SPACE our "optimism or pessimism" is imprinting whatever we experience in our immediate, social and global "experiences of our individual lives". diaspora.psyco.fr/posts/117754…

None of it is "right or wrong per normal human understanding" and yet, if we can transcend the polarities of "thought, conditioned mind" then maybe we can enter the SPACE of TRANSCENDENCE which is the HEALING FORCE!

When we enter that SPACE, time no longer has control, so a BLIP (which might be 30 seconds or 1 hour) can have HEALING POWER that can neutralize aeons of misery, if only within our own psyches. Then consider the "effect of that 30 seconds or 1 hour"?

I fess up, I am far from perfect and I don't know that perfection exists in any kind of "human experience". The only thing we can guarantee is that change is the constant and yet within each of us also EXISTS THE UNCHANGEABLE! That's the mystery 🙏
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A quiet falling back
into lossless time
whence nothing dissapates
for all that is here unforms its inadequacy
and rests in self, selfless one could say.

Joy the maiden sensation
Novelty unfathomable epic
Awestrike of divinity
The level is never lost
The end is only dropped.

I see you now,
as the hum striking photons upon my ears
sweet memory and also future i can see
this!

text perhaps the perfect meditation on exported time:
exactly these words shall you see, and scroll upon them shall I
in later involvement.

This this can only but into my darkness,
it's nothing but another treasure in an age
of plastic, where the most simple treasures
of food and water
are sold.
What more treasure do you need
before all treasures?
Yes it can only be this in all light.
So many are there, so many are ready to move.

The blip is an infinity and it is a moment
Trough trochees and unloaded unsyllabaries
This mechenical marvel mind untucks naught but that sought
and preaches unseeking yet zests the transcendental lemon wondering
is it only a peel?

to truly bite down and taste the juice of knowledge is a choice no brother would offer.
for to cook is to know food
and knowledge is always need to know
otherwise it's like plastic wrapped: good to know.
what good is there if everyone needs to know it?
I give the worlds tools by giving the tools words, but all functions and choice remain in
your novel hands.
I do not call "it" this
This is it.
thus what back would be worthy but that to which you turned to become this?
To turn in on that circle of hope...that is always in my mind.

Move me with words if you can, for I live sangha and posture nothing but the truth.
Many lies do I tell, for the prelude of truth is untruth: neither nor.
So I just assert and assert and wait for the landing.
Up till now I was oftener the preacher.
Now I'm just microleaching of this--your attention perhaps
But maybe our blood would move together: the bodies dance!
I am that eternal trance
blissed out divinity in game
it's all in bounds
it's all sustained

why foster another unperilous thought
I see neutrinos bubble claymore chops.