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She wept while looking into theeyes of Anandamayi Ma in a video...I told her I wanted our lovemakingto be like photosynthesis.I could enter her pornog..
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Colors blent of theirown accord...culminatingecstatically.That brilliant whitepoint reflected in All youreyes.
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Light entered newly, continually...touchinglight that imaged--I swore I was there, yetthere was elsewhere.I could isolate no thing and call it mine.Bl..
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Prelude:From Fullness swathing, wake leftin wake of...truly, there is no passingbut an Emptying of Fullness....Needless to say, ecstaticallyvibrating...
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...I Am the burning candle of myown vigil.The night of my ignorance is long...though hope lie beyond me,I Am not beyond it.My center is perfect, my ci..
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It is of no use to ask why birds commendthe spirit of a day, nor how near theirsong gets to sunlight.We waken to such things, we come to availas an op..
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Known, let it be--of sight inhaling the fragranceof roses...of touch hearing the impactful soundsof stones sacramentally tasted.The senses shall be as..
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Hoarse as the silence Virgil wore...to allow for a clearing,be it a soul.A spring breeze caught in thethroat of winter saith: "Hereis your point (rema..
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In a series of spaces change appears...of that whichchanges, moves profoundly.Made of what's sudden in its ever-presence, pouredin rather than driven ..
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All this verity elongates the will,till the averages of distances yellwhat's far, far afield.Moonlit feet in the bare on blackgrass...go at the ground..
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