……..Spiritual fusions is what keeps our gods lit, and our realities split, from there we see the inside of a soul, and the delusions it holds, from it a spontaneous birth into life unfolds, the ultimate simulator, to our negative traits life is the ultimate stimulator; an exposure tool, to expose that internal fool, with the self we are in an eternal duel, I don’t care if you come back as a mule, we are the light and its fuel, we sit at the feet of ourselves, praying to become one with ourselves, an entity that has fractured into many pieces, or has it; it should be no mystery why when you fired the gun, you was also wounded, it’s why we can feel someone else’s shame, and share their delusions, become physically effected by someone else’s bruises.
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Manjushri’s wielding his sword!
Great write.
Thank you..
Great write
Thank you..
You're welcome
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