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Tripping through hurdles past this dream like daze that we call life soaked in booze and all the earthly fumes of sex and smoke and powerful untruths then once in a while an essence of virtue rings out from beyond the solar eclipse and smacks us up the mouth

 

We turn and run and hide and cry and give way to temptation and offer ovations to cruelty and disaster but why because were afraid and weak and small and wrong and subdued in the glue of life with no hope of escape

 

Yet truth on its own continues to call from it's long way away we can hear It and see it and smell it and touch it and taste it and think it and dream it and imagine it as it comes closer and closer and closer again until we recognise that it was never far away at all never beyond the horizon it was here within all the long while waiting to become an expression 

 

And we grab it and hold it and eat it and sniff it and caress it and want to own it and have it and never let it go cause this belongs to me and no one else and then we lose it and we're back where we started and we're crying cause the glimpses aren't enough and we can't be complete without it and what's the point of life without it

 

Then after a whole wide while we understand that it's not to be had or to be held or to be owned or anything else.  It just is and always was and always will be and I am it and you are it and we are it forever in the mandala and it is one and it is all