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| Moon Over Milos Round moon over rippled sea Silver threaded path from infinity To this the door of my immortality The face of that moon and all its jewelled companions Shines shines shines into this eternal Emptiness. Sean Mills When the head disappears When the head disappears The centre of gravity drops down. The voice, the mind move lower, Into the place of the heart and the lungs; Into the place of breathing and blood. The expression is visceral coming from the guts. No need to be righteous here. The Realization is instantaneous the dropping down takes time And happens in time Be patient Let the living and the speaking come from the Heart. Sean Mills |
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