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Must needs I that squiggly? That soft jiggly? That melody called her Cup and pur? Something quench? Drench? After spent, Back to learn? Donk recherche moi And having l'aide des Lady? Avant m'au revoir Trouve a maid á m'aide maybe?

On second thought, It ought to be aught, Not naught. After some deliberation; "Each to his nation, Keep to your station!" Again, take a seat. Make friends, greet. Make ends meet. (And know this, please: Focus, is not lotus, Be at ease.) Once more, Seize your, Dream lore.

I know that I know that I know it. Although I may pass for a poet, Or'f'ever I thought me be wise; 'Ts'all Nothingness, naught, O surprise! Say that name to me again, Dear family's known me since then, What was it they'd spoken thus far? But it's blank, bracketed, bar. You may fail in getting this sense, But you reading is not but pretense, 'Cause I am reading, it's you who'd wrote it, I am laughing now at this strange poet! I laugh also at poetry, And at the chance of you knowing me, Because I am nothing, that's all. Am nothing at all...

May you find child again, playful and simple, exactly crime to them, quite crime; they despise rhyme, and spit on soul; who control, who shouldn't like I should, because I wouldn't if I could. Take hold of your breath and then release it. Take hold and release. Take hold, release. What I know about th'available, Th'advance, the bliss, the trance, Is knowledge for th'assailable Who'd fall from their prance, Into that is stable, that is permanent, that lasts.

Whichever way seems best To your ignorant head, but only after knowing your ignorance, hand To heart, that way beats the rest. Why taking long to talk? For Whether what's said is true or not, Whether you gain or lose, a blot Because of time, your memory, your Experience has vanished with the sun Past the hour. If a trial result It's a short lived tumult, And after, as always, the fun. They wrestle for place like It were possible to win Over against another, like There were anything else called sin.

Freed from great hurt but having loved the pain, Goes hunting for it worse Than before, what a shame. Narrow at the peak and spread looking down? no wonder frown. Blink and you'll miss it, stare it's not there.

Who here among this crowd? How to halt the profound, How to stop him in his tracks, Lest the light shine, and he change them. Lest the light shine unto change. If nothing hold him back, They all soar; but the dark and black Intentions left outside the door? So that no matter what we stop him! We are and he is no more, If he is then we are the lack Therefore...

@Shin lol

Thank you @SoonHei God is Love

@TheEnigma In terms of dealing with fundamentalist Christians it isn't a problem. They're telling you what they understand, and the source material they're using is good (Bible), so just accept everything they're saying (with due discretion obviously). If the message is love then you can't go wrong because love never fails. If they try to tell you to go to church, well, consider it. Really, it might help, but otherwise, a Christians way of saying no is "I'll pray about it".

@Salvijus your point about psychedelics being dangerous is fine but I'm just saying don't condemn Leo in making that point

Rather than Leo has lost his light, instead his light is getting brighter and brighter! I think he should be supported. Speak good things about him. If you think you've noticed something changing well then pray for him. What is this gossip thread? God is Love and you shall love your neighbour as yourself. Like I said pray for him. You have no right to say his light is gone! That is not a joke.

Thanks for the notes @LfcCharlie4 From my experience the ego tries to subsume the awakened state. When I know of my nothingness, the "I" might've gained a new identity. It is "my" nothingess, "I" am Pure Awareness. The ego just wants a name. There aren't any names.

@Amandine yes

Are the poems highfalutin? Should I speak in science? The power of the rhyme is, 'T organises thought. (Music to my soul, my medicine. My mirror, my reflection.) That was very helpful what I just read, Most of what I find helpful 'sfrom men that are dead! Let me try a plain voice. Okay... Hm, who knew. It's hard. I must've read myself out myself! "Philosopher, c'est apprendre à mourir" - Montaigne I'm going to try and talk normally. I learnt a new word/term today. Let me see what it helps to be careful of this...