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| wanderer above the sea of fog - friedrich |
the world is lost in translation—
it’s from where one actually stands
and not from where one speaks—
it's not an issue of looking inward
as much as it is the fact of standing there—
it's not as much dropping as turning—
don't act your age but be your Self—
not shining a light in but shining your light out—
not of the world but the world in you—
not stand by me but stand as Self.
why desire what you already are?
why look inward when you're already there?
why be somebody if you're already being?
feel that unnameable in all one is.
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