Of Course

it was a decade late,

the bullet train came

derailed by her slept self 

doubt.

Time Tables re

turn 

like pages of

Hope Central, 

of course, 

life station re

turn re

pair 

rested rails, soothing hum

come home

Of

Course 

All above and a

board, 

now.

 

Hope re cycles, 

Hope Really Rallies

Hope, Like Art, Is The Highest Purpose

Of Life's Perfect Central Station

Un derailed, 

On Track, 

On Point 

Repeat, foundation strong, 

rails straight and perfect and parallel, 

Of Course.

We believe more in our delusions than we believe in the Truth.

It’s like this because we have a strong belief and attachment to duality, 

which is not possible with non-duality.

And we do cling and protect our attachments!

Knowing that the non-dual understanding and Truth is the highest, 

we can only be That, not become it— for IT ALONE IS. 

All else is delusion.

~ Mooji 

a perfect whole evening