Beating;
like the wings of so many creatures.And my mind is no different
When once I craved, I crave no more - I crave know more. Knowing time and exploring space
I am always in this place.
I move, but am unmoving... more perceived in travels, nothing is separate and nothing is real
Except the light of life.
A visit to light's how is a Sunday morning treat
But questions go unanswered for those who truly seek - not pacified by the bedtime story like scripture of men past, from an era of as much relevance to our modern lives as a crumpled up receipt.
Its existence more futile, being only waste.
Light's scripture, eternally internal
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