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Tonight, as I stood outside in the cool night air listening to the frogs' raucous singing on the lake behind the house, I felt like I was suspended in time, forever. I felt like I could have been any person, at any time, throughout the entire course of human history. I felt my identity fall away softly behind me like a discarded cloak as I walked barefoot onto the dewy grass, each breath an eternal moment burned away in the flames of Time.
My identity, I can wear or set set aside, like that cloak. When I'm alone, I know peace. When I walk alone, I walk in peace. When I look around without speaking, just watching, listening, I see every aspect of my world as the reflection of God that it is. Every step I take is God's; every breath I take is heaven; every thought that arises belongs to all of humanity.
Namaste - not mine, not mine.
OM
bodhisattva
My identity, I can wear or set set aside, like that cloak. When I'm alone, I know peace. When I walk alone, I walk in peace. When I look around without speaking, just watching, listening, I see every aspect of my world as the reflection of God that it is. Every step I take is God's; every breath I take is heaven; every thought that arises belongs to all of humanity.
Namaste - not mine, not mine.
OM
bodhisattva