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The Child and the Flower There was a little child who discovered pretty flowers that were sprouting along a dirt road in a forest. The road was frequented by many travellers. Most of the travellers carried many things with them on their journey. Some owned horsecarts to help carry their baggage. Their appearances seemed faded, lacked much colour; desaturated. It was a stark difference to the forest that was lush, green and sprinkled with wildlife and fauna.The Child and the Flower by ~jeffhx
The child grew so impressed by the flowers that one day it decided to pick some flowers to show the travellers. To her dismay, one after another traveller snapped at her, slapped the flower off her hands, grumble
Conversation A so where does this conviction come from?Conversation A by ~jeffhx
the unobservable. this presence, really.
describe this presence.
i can't, it's beyond that. and by that i; i mean that it's devoid of any conceivable um. description.
well, how do you know it's there then? perhaps it's really just a manifestation of your mind, this so called 'presence'.
oh but that's really an external means which is essentially flawed, it's, that is useless. i used to be like that, not just in say, spirituality but reason as well. and now i observe all of these phenomena unfold. just like a roll of toilet paper. except that it's infinite. and i realise oh boy! what a ride this is
The storm, wind, the arrow and human conception the greatness that you can achieve internally is the ultimate greatness that overcomes everything else. the greatness that you achieve externally is a byproduct of the truthness that you have recognised internally.The storm, wind, the arrow and human conception by ~jeffhx
living in simplicity has now become a luxury. which goes to show how one could give a meaning to virtually anything.
it is the passage that we allow and even sometimes invite through to manifestation; therein lies the foundation of association and materialization. it is an automatic/ primitive process that occurs, spontaneuosly with or without conscious awareness. the clouding of thoughts that eclipses perfection.
the prevalence
The Tired Prophet The tired phrophet was an old man that used to scurry around in a dark room trying to grab hold on to the many broken pieces of meaning. A significant point in time arose when he thought of a way to make it easier by looking for a light source. And when he did eventually find it, the lights seem to flicker occasionally as if they were powered by an old generator. Over the course of time he started to feel more and more helpless as now he is struggling to reassemble the pieces. A meticulous man he was, hands on and good with trial and error. However at one point he felt as if he was coming to a moot point. The trial and error approach was takiThe Tired Prophet by ~jeffhx
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