it is so wonderful to be able to just sit and ponder, with wise reflection the veil of all reality slowly, very very slowly becomes clear, the ability to see everything the way it is, is truly amazing, there is nothing in this world in which I need, nothing nada, nil, zero, its only my body which craves such defilements, such illnesses apart from food, cloths and shelter, I realise now that my nose not knows what is pleasant or not, my ear knows not what is pleasant or not, my tongue knows what is pleasant or not, my mind is the one who has bought me to this hell, the one who desires and longs to pull me down with it, but I say no, not now, and not ever will I let myself become a slave to my mind, I enjoy the battles with my mind, like the day verses the night, cold verses hot, all is starting to unravel, there is nothing one can take into the next life but desire and karma, so why not focus upon these while one is alive, what a waste to spend ones life doing activities which not only reverse this idea, but also mask, and produce denial, and fear of the real universe, not just this planet of causes and conditions but of the whole universe made up of causes and conditions. Such an amazing feeling to live so simply, such freedom, to not have to work or study, everything one needs, one already has, within oneself is the universe, so many things has man made to distract himself from what the truth is, but then when one nears death he is shocked to see the world as it is,
LOVE IS ALL WE NEED, CONCENTRATION AND ENERGY ALL WE HAVE.............MAY ALL BEINGS BE HAPPY, MAY ALL BEINGS BE HEALED AND HEALTHY, MAY ALL BEINGS BE FREE FROM HARM AND SUFFERING, MAY ALL BEINGS BE AWAKENED AND LIBERATED, MAY ALL BEINGS ENJOY INNER PEACE AND EASE, MAY THERE BE PEACE IN THIS WORLD AND THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE.............MAN IS THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL, ONLY THROUGH THE MIND CAN EVIL SURVIVE.............
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