It's raining, the cherry blossom is falling, a crazy idea comes to mind.
Niels Bohr and his students would like it.
But not Einstein.
Actually, I don't like it either.
Therefore, I fall into a meditative state
and I dissolve the remnants of my Ego in the spruce forest.
Sparrows fuss in my attic.
It's so nice there are no words at all in my head.
Some people call the endless stream of verbalized trash
"true thinking".
The genuine thoughts are unspeakable,
as feelings, as music, as love-infinite-and-nonconditional.
The path that runs away from you flows through you,
eventually becomes you, if you're lucky.
If you don't cling to your parson,
to your own flow of consciousness, which, in fact, is none of yours.
Let go of fear and swim either in the sea or in in the air.
You may float anywhere, even in the depths of the mountains.
Let go and let you go, God's Child.
Here, now and always, which is not really there.
And what is there?
Ubiquitous Maya.
Dream, illusion and a few hundred more nicknames.
Let's not feed the sparrows of the imagination.
Transformation, metamorphosis begins.
Philosopher's stone is thrown into good soil.
Keep it in mind: time is just an illusion.
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