I notice there’s nothing to think about. I notice the source of all noticing. I notice it to be a void as a void. I notice it to be sourceless. I notice the flavour of infinity. I notice that a lot of people suffer. I notice sometimes they don’t. I notice the divine plan. I notice the divine comedy. I notice perfect chaos. I notice perfect order. I notice my mom and my father in… everything. I notice the absolute in… everything. I notice everything… as nothing. I notice nothing… as everything. I notice the blissful pain. I notice the painful bliss. I notice the “I” and the absence of “I”. I notice everything disappears, even though it always exists. I notice everything is real. I notice everything is unreal. I notice I write things that are not in my mind. I notice no-mind is writing. I notice the curiosity of what will come next. There is a music, and it sings me. Om Shanti
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Author ~ God DieuxCanadian Spiritual Author, Mystic Poet, Spiritual Guide, Singer, Songwriter, Artist, Photographer, Filmmaker, Visionary Archives
September 2022
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