................................................................................ finding the blue book ................................................................................ the way ................................................................................ the noble way waits where it is, whether you walk it or not. these simple folds which do not promise freedom, fairness or anything fancy. this reed, so far from its first riverbed, can do no more than find a small tune unfurling the air with in. yes, no promises. only one, a principled way of living. sea through sibilance simple song, this infinitely shifting border which opens out into our capacity to say what is not. a midnight sun, shining in awareness. a small dark lamp which lets you in on the secret. you cannot see pure light, it passes through your i uninterrupted. a wave must rise from the water for you to sense the surface as an endless diamond web, right out to the horizon where you will finally remember these old words. we will show them our signs in the universe and within themselves until it be comes clear to them that this is the truth. is it not enough that your lord is a witness of all things. so strange, how simple it is. everywhere the signs, pointing at the only thing which cannot be signified, just held in a story about the covenant you signed as it sang you into being. this terrible beauty which breathes of itself. where will you run, old friend, when every book is the book of truth and every being the teacher. there is no escape from panoptic site, seen through the sides of the first perfect number. ah, it is so precious, this wild life, perfectly contained by what is not me until i know completely that all this me is, is never ending love. let go the holy branch you think love is, let go the tree of life which grew you, in a final test of faith, as the apple seeks the place w here time runs slowest, only to find the ground was always right beneath you. that the reign of mercy never stops. that, though the tree may be cut and turned into a losers table set for a last supper, we already won. from the first moment we knew, as our gathered point blew up, that this seeming pain was just to learn how to paint the speed of all the light we cannot see, until we see that light as us and let it carry us back, eternally, blue vapour without end. ................................................................................ https,colon,slash,slash,libraryofbabel.info,slash,bookmark.cgi,questionmark, findinwithoutname
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