Emptied our own-selves

Emptied our own-selves

Real Experience
 The world is wide; no two days are alike, 
nor even two hours; 
neither were there ever two leaves of a tree alike since the creation of the world;
 and the genuine productions of art, 
like those of nature, 
are all distinct from one another

How lovely to be myself, to be content with what is

—wanting nothing more, 

desiring nothing else.

 It’s like magic, 
even greater than magic.

When the heart opens, 

when the real nectar of divine love flows within the body,

 all boundaries dissolve, all categories vanish.

 I am a flowing nectar. 
I am a budding rose. 
I am intrinsic joy


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