surely, this world is strange to me, as I am strange to it.

I must be from somewhere else, and I am only a guest here to participate as what I am truly not.

I find myself in states of such marvel and wonder. I catch myself pondering so many abstract thoughts, in these moments I feel undoubtedly foreign to myself.

something within this body speaks still whispers, reminding me of the pathless path.

what is within me is nameless, yet I feel the purity of its presence, it is delicate, like a candle flame in a wind storm.

what is within me is my true self, a light wrapped in darkness. infinity imprisoned within mortality. as my bodies dies and returns to gaia, what I am surely, must also return home as well.

though I have no memory of this home, I miss what I can not remember. though I can not speak of home, I miss what is not here on Earth. Here where I am guest, is the property of this body, and this body, is a property of Earth. Still, I miss not what is absent, but what I am a property of within.

it is a longing in feeling, not in the seeing, not of evidence, but of faith.

this deeper knowing can only be known by the knower. if a man ignores his inner whisper, he ignores himself truly. ones inner voice is ones true nature, not his identity.

identity is given to a man here, here, is not the source of ones inner voice. it does not belong to the material. it only borrows the material to participate.

the brightest light casts the darkest shadow, when a man learns he is not the shadow, but the light casting the shadow, he is liberated.

I observe, so many have forgotten that they have forgotten. why is this so?

I speak of these matters with caution. for it seems to be bothersome for some, I am not here with the intention to bother.

these words fall on deaf ears, and to the sleeping mind. a mind sleeping does not know it is asleep.

I see perfection in all imperfections, imperfections are perfect.

feel deeper within thy self, not with haste, but in stillness. patience child, you can not grasp forever, forever is what you are.

do not seek with force, nothing in all the cosmos is forced, change is nature, and nature is change. this does not happen with urgency.

seek with the heart, not with the conditioned mind. the conditioned mind wants, the heart allows. be mindful of the heart, not mindful of the mind.

all things that happen, do not happen to you, they happen for you. out of things happening for you, things can happen to you.

we are creators, each person is both male and female. yet we act only with one and not the other. without other, there couldn't be self. bring both the masculine and the feminine into harmony within this house.

just as male and female individually create new life, male and female in harmony within ones self creates new realities.

embrace both forces without force. embrace all things without scrutiny. this is the way of heaven.

when I speak out loud, others react with discomfort. when I am silent, people appear comfortable. strange are the words only few are drawn too. Foreign are my thoughts, few can understand.

surely, I can understand the unrecognizable turmoil of the ancient teachers, out of place they felt, out of place I feel. yet, true divinity they saw, true divinity I see. these teachers are my brothers. we enjoy the seeming multiplicity of physicality. contentment in the illusion.

the salmon with a broken tail can not swim up stream, it must surrender to the current. when one surrenders to the current, they become as strong as the current. the Salmon with the broken tail becomes the strongest Salmon of all.

the things of this world are but shadows, as the things not of this world are also but shadows. light is the all, all is light, your body is a shadow, your true self is light. all things that exist in this world are but shadows casted by light. embrace both light and it's shadow, this is union with masculine and feminine. this is the embodiment of Ying and Yang. this is the embodiment of the all.
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