Monday, April 30, 2018


~How fictitious life is when we have to express ourselves through meanings of something made up along the way that seem they should be a past when found and then let go~only silence knows of how everything truly is and communicates this very well as in nature perfectly all the time~there is no "mind"~it was made up by man that does not know who he is*

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 ~ What you see before you came here is the same thing you see when you are gone~