The mind is of Consciousness dividing Consciousness and
Consciousness is even in the mind. But Consciousness is never of the mind.
The witness doesn't witness objects but divides oneself
conceptually seeing separation like a mirror in perceiving that which can't be
seen.
Please avoid the rabbit holes.
Hitting the wall hiking in the Whites, I begin to be druidic
in a way, intuiting the trees to be the mountain that's no mountain that I am.
On the other hand, now I see my living room to be the stuff
of rockbound waves and sky-wide ridges I am dreaming as a living room.
On Bicycle Eve, Consciousness is singing DNA to the XY of
Zhuangzi real and pure.
Nothing is not me. Something else was never said.
Sometimes one has to flashback in order to go further, but
going further isn't in the flashback.
Consciousness only needs to be altered when you're thinking
you're not consciousness.
In the name of ten thousand summers of love upon
this absolutely truthful altar bejeweled with the deconstructed flowers of
beautiful beautiful consciousness…
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