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At the intersection of Here and Now, things happen.
Not to you or me, they just…happen.

There is a light suspended in mid-air over the intersection that makes an announcement at dusk and dawn.

Let activities go on.
They are neither good nor bad.
Let them play.

The announcement has been proclaimed in this way since beginning-less time.

Meanwhile, the great cosmic light burns.
Mother Earth spins.
Tides come in and out.
Seasons change, take turns.
Peace, war, peace . . . and war again.

Let activities go on.
They are neither good nor bad.
Let them play.

They do not effect the true Self.

This very moment,
Dustin@GardenOfFriends.com

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Blue Hippo

By Blue Hippo

An old friend, mostly off-line; preferring her privacy.

1 comment

  1. The reality of all seeming-happenings is beyond the duality of happening and non-happening.
    The impression of happening is God’s dream.
    Only God is real. There is no separate happenings outside of God’s mind.

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