Thursday, June 29, 2017

The Day My Buddha Burned - part ten

In retrospect
Without the inherent belief that my father was the be all and end all of my life, without the crashing of this pattern, without the void that was left in its place, there was no space for more. The cup must be partly empty to pour more into it. I needed to believe and to suffer the breaking of my illusion and to recover and discover what was really there, before the belief.
Conscious and unconscious awakening… the difference

Lovingly embracing consciousness (like a child)

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