Dusty Bin

I don't use right words. No right words can't even touch the wonder of this alive, wonderful life. Right words trap the person into another conceptual reality. It becomes tired, dry and somewhat tedious.

What interests me when talking to people is the honesty that comes with it. It is alive and a response from here is more forth coming. We can then sing and dance together and it can be so so beautiful.

There is a freedom that happens beyond the words, an energy that is beyond comprehension. A clarity that can't be got but is tangible. Non dual priests will beg to differ and negate all of this with right words. This is the booby price of non duality.

Dusty Bin!


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