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IMAGINE SOMETHING
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Oh, I am a small speck of dust
from the chopped crumbs, lust,
the tree of knowledge turned
into various books about stuff;
hovering, floating free, flying
all far on the edge of deep void.
I have tired myself of dwelling
through many lives, and yelling
inside my mind, very much like
a crazy chimp throwing its shit.
“Oo oo, eee, eeeee!” so you see.
Nothing changes, but still I seek
the black hole named Oblivion.
imo there is no oblivion..
imo there is no oblivion.. eternal ecstasy is the path of all
no matter how many lives it takes.. please keep your
bright constellation away from black holes for the sake of all beings
majestic:
'Oh, I am a small speck of dust
from the chopped crumbs, lust,
the tree of knowledge turned
into various books about stuff;
hovering, floating free, flying
all far on the edge of deep void.
I have tired myself of dwelling
through many lives, and yelling
inside my mind, very much like
a crazy chimp throwing its shit.'
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Sri Ramakrishna
I am sure you are familiar with Sri Ramakrishna. The monastery I stayed at was built, brick by brick, by his disciples (Swami Vivekananda was there) on their mission to introduce and expand Hinduism into the westworld. It is told that he achieved the highest level of bliss, as an incarnation, and merged with God in something called Samadhi, which he described as an ocean of pure awareness, ultimate conscious being. Crosslegged crowds would spectate him as his eyelids fluttered and they all experienced waves of his divine, supernatural ecstacy.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes