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You cannot escape the consciousness
That is you as soul, part of collective soul.
There is no time, space, matter,
There is no memory, manifesting,
It is all just journeying, shall we say
Or imagining or attaching to,
Or fantasizing or grasping with the mind
On what the soul knows is
Sand slipping through,
Impossible to grasp.
All of these states of being flit past your
Human self, your physical human self
A collection of particulate and container for this life,
All of this is continually falling in front of you
As if it is real, but it is all projection and illusion.
What is really consciousness,
You cannot put your finger on
Because you have no finger!
When you tune into this aspect,
When you let all the projections drop away
You are centered in the great stillness,
The great vastness that is everything.
That is you as soul, part of collective soul.
There is no time, space, matter,
There is no memory, manifesting,
It is all just journeying, shall we say
Or imagining or attaching to,
Or fantasizing or grasping with the mind
On what the soul knows is
Sand slipping through,
Impossible to grasp.
All of these states of being flit past your
Human self, your physical human self
A collection of particulate and container for this life,
All of this is continually falling in front of you
As if it is real, but it is all projection and illusion.
What is really consciousness,
You cannot put your finger on
Because you have no finger!
When you tune into this aspect,
When you let all the projections drop away
You are centered in the great stillness,
The great vastness that is everything.
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