A flame that flickers and leaps from my breath. An inhale, illuminating natural oneness. An exhale, warming the cosmos with unconditional affinity.   In the spiraling gusts of fury and heartache, it squints yet never abates. In the stillness of being, it glows in molecular harmony. A primordial wave of limitless potential, imparting matter into form.   In this stillness arises the impartial witness of thought. No coordinates, no time, no form or labels. A condition void of presupposition, judgement and expectation.   The emptiness of mind. The beingness of heart. Even beyond the confines of forever.

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I've been a close follower of world politics, world events and an avid researcher of what lies behind them. But after a while, it gets exhausting. It's not so much an emotional roller coaster as it is a bungee jump from Macau Tower. The thrill of the wind, the long hazy look down. The nervous elation of the fall. The stomach turning bounce back into the sky. Eventually though, after the ever decreasing length of the rebound, it just leaves me dangling. No movement. The kinetic energy depleted. Burnt out. It almost seems as if there are two separate universes....

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